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canticle for peace. Evil has no greater friend than anger, Making ready converts to its cause. On me think but of beauty as you pause, Remembering the service of a stranger In giving up his life to purchase yours. All I ask is that you do your part, Living in the sunlight of my death, Dancing till your self-sown furies cease. As you enjoy the gift of every breath, Yet mourn for me with morning in your heart. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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