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and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
the agony of having too much power
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
in new york harbor
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
uplifting, as the wind blew
the meadow was creeping

 



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