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You may bury my body in Sussex grass,
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Where Liberty has lodged an hour
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I was not preparing to be busy.
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Dinner party
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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