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Dark as the world of man, black as our loss
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Blind as 1940 nails upon the cross
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With a sound like pulse of the heart
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that is changed to the hammer-beat
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In the potter's field, and the sound
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at the impious feet in the tomb
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still falls the rain
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Then sounds the voice of one
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who like the heart of man
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was once a child who among beasts has lain
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"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light.
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my blood, for thee."
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still falls the rain
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