Sleep well my darling, you are at rest. You¡¯ve been set free.
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Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires,
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And rockets flew self-driven amid the vault of Heaven.
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Like a cherub borne unto the sky¡¦
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Like the Sun blocked by a satellite our tears have silver lines.
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...Of The Alaskan King
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| A Girl A Gun A Ghost |
