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if i should die, think only this of me
just as my fingers on these keys
and still they walked on
that year
have you heard
this is the arsenal
up from the meadows rich with corn
we break the glass whose sacred wine
he'd even have his joke
for truth, for love
these be
shadows lay along broadway

 



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