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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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noun

A coming to; the act of acceding and becoming joined

a king's accession to a confederacy

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Have we sunk below them? peasants maim the

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rutes alive. Brutes, the brutes are not your wrongers—burntat midnight, found at morn,Twisted hard in mortal agony with their offspring, born-unborn,