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Here Lies Love

Though books said nothing could save
Love from an early grave
And love from the wear and tear,
What flesh and blood was ours for love's repair
We freely gave.

This way and that we have
Eased love into the grave
And covered all with dirt
And laid the spirit too, through that witch's heart
Knocking the stave.
                                       Don Justice

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