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Pada baris ketiga puluh delapan sampai baris kelimapuluh dua menceritakan tentang kematian Alice. "Benar," kata anak-anak, "hal itu mungkin terjadi, bahwa kita akan mati sebelum waktu kita! Alice kecil meninggal tahun lalu dan kuburnya berbentuk seperti bola salju. Kami melihat ke dalam lubang yang disiapkan untuk membawanya. Tidak ada ruang untuk beberapa pekerjaan di tangan mereka. Dia tidur dan tidak akan bangun lagi. Menangis, 'Bangunlah, Alice kecil! . ini sudah siang. Jika kamu mendengar dari kuburan, di bawah pancaran sinar matahari, dengan telingamu. Alice kecil tidak pernah menangis, karena Alice sudah meninggal. Bisakah kita melihat wajahnya, pastikan kita tidak harus tahu dia, Untuk senyuman yang saat itu terpancar di matanya. Dan saat itu dia pergi dengan genbira, terbuai dan terhenti dalam kain kafan! Itu baik ketika itu terjadi, "kata anak-anak,"Bahwa kita mati sebelum waktu kita! Jawab anak-anak itu.

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Thirty-eight on the line until the line kelimapuluh two tells about the death of Alice. "Right," said the children, "it may happen, that we die before our time! Little Alice died last year and his tomb shaped like a snowball. We looked into the pit prepared to take it. There is no room for some of the work in their hands. He sleeps and will not wake up again. Crying, ' wake up, Alice!. It's already noon. If you hear from the grave, under the glow of sunlight, with your ears. Little Alice never cries, because Alice had died. Can we see his face, make sure we don't have to know him, to smile that radiated in his eyes. And then he went out with genbira, lulled and stalled in the shroud! It's nice when it happens, "said the children," that we die before our time! The children answered it.

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In the third row to row fifty-eight two tells of the death of Alice. "True," said the children, "it may happen, that we will die before our time! Little Alice died last year and his tomb is shaped like a snowball. We looked into the hole prepared to take it. There is no room for a few work on their hands. He slept and would not wake up again. Crying, 'Get up, little Alice!. This is already noon. If you hear from the grave, under sunlight, with ears. Alice never cry a little, because Alice is died. Can we see his face, making sure we do not have to know him, to smile when it radiated in his eyes. And then he went with genbira, lulled and stalled in a shroud! It was good when it happens, "said the children, "That we die before our time! FAQ's children.