_They said: she is high and far and blind in her high pride, but now that my head is bowed in sorrow, I find she is most kind._ _We have taken life, they said, blithely, not groped in a mist for things that are not-- are if you will, but bloodless-- why ask happiness of the dead? and my heart bled._…
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