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A dead man resting in an open coffin. This morning he was to be buried. But there was no one to stand by the coffin and look down in sorrow at the dead, no one to shed a tear over him.A dead man resting in an open coffin. This morning he was to be buried. But there was no one to stand by the coffin and look down in sorrow at the dead, no one to shed a tear over him.A dead man resting in an open coffin. This morning he was to be buried. But there was no one to stand by the coffin and look down in sorrow at the dead, no one to shed a tear over him.