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Did we not, Darling, you and I, / Walk on the earth like other men? / Did we not walk and wonder why / They spat upon us so. And then
We lay us down among fresh earthy / Sweet flowers breaking overhead, / Sore needed rest for our frail girth, / For our frail hearts; a well-sought bed.