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The Poet 

He sang of life, serenely sweet,With, now and then, a deeper note.From some high peak, nigh yet remote,He voiced the world's absorbing beat. He sang of love when earth was young,And Love, itself, was in his lays.But, ah, the world, it turned to praiseA jingle in a broken tongue.  -Paul Laurence Dunbar


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