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	<title>Comments on: Lincoln&#8217;s Early Loss</title>
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		<title>By: Ima Ryma</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I worked for him in Illinois,
And followed him to Washington.
With army troops I did deploy
To keep the rebels on the run.
I was returned a casualty.
In the White House I laid in State.
He came to bid farewell to me,
To mourn my consequence of fate.
He was but one man who yet must
Carry all the burdens of war.
I might have been his first loss thrust
On him, but he&#039;d bear many more.

I called the President my friend,
And he wept for me at my end.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I worked for him in Illinois,<br />
And followed him to Washington.<br />
With army troops I did deploy<br />
To keep the rebels on the run.<br />
I was returned a casualty.<br />
In the White House I laid in State.<br />
He came to bid farewell to me,<br />
To mourn my consequence of fate.<br />
He was but one man who yet must<br />
Carry all the burdens of war.<br />
I might have been his first loss thrust<br />
On him, but he&#8217;d bear many more.</p>
<p>I called the President my friend,<br />
And he wept for me at my end.</p>
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