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LiteratureLovely Lady DeathI met a lady outside the town, pale her face and dark her gown. A great black bird passed overhead. "What gift have you for me?" she said. I gave her honey, I gave her mud, a song of springtime in my blood. Though she was fair and bade me stay, I knew her name and went my way.