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But the year had lost its meaning,
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Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
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But no one could say what the nightmare meant,
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That world we want is Us; united, already moving
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Where black is the color, where none is the number
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And those who expected lightning and thunder
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The great thing
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but I guess she felt as I: that the weakness was not Government
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Surge after surge of potent strength
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this was the principal