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The shivering birds beneath the eavesHave sheltered for the night.
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Oh, I must keep my heart inviolateAgainst the potent poison of your hate.
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I have forgotten much, but still rememberThe poinsettia's red, blood-red in warm December.
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Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
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And, hungry for the old, familiar ways,I turned aside and bowed my head and wept.
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