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all quiet along the potomac
we were not many
passing through huddled and ugly walls
in september
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
in your flight
but alas, just dreams
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
skies they were ashen and sober
glooms of the live-oaks

 



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