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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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No One Cares Less Than I

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No one cares less than I,Nobody knows but God,Whether I am destined to lieUnder a foreign clod,"Were the words I made to the bugle call in the morning. But laughing, storming, scorning,Only the bugles knowWhat the bugles say in the morning,And they do not care, when they blowThe call that I heard and made words to early this morning.