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SONGS OF NEW YORK: NEXT DOOR by CHARLES HANSON TOWNE

First Line: WE SAW THE TAPERS BURN
Last Line: AND MY NEIGHBOR GRIEVES -- ALONE, ALONE!
Subject(s): DEATH; NEW YORK CITY; DEAD, THE; MANHATTAN; NEW YORK, NEW YORK; THE BIG APPLE;
WE saw the tapers burn
In the home so close to ours;
But however our hearts might yearn,
We dared not send our flowers.
"He will not understand," we said,
"Our loving thought of his loved dead."

O City! thus you hide
The pity in every heart!
Those who are at our side
You sunder a world apart.
A little barrier built of stone --
And my neighbor grieves -- alone, alone!



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