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girdling your loins with joyous praise
Or you be of the dirtiest dump
and scarlet be the color of your apparition
The grave is your other home!
Whether there be light that fights your dark
and dawn at each rise
Or their be pain that shares all gains
and sorrow the man at your heart’s gate
The grave is your other home!
Whether life be fair and give love…
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