We Might Have Gone By Each Other In
The Pass, The Black Colonel And
I, If His Horse Had Not Kicked A
Stone As We Came Together. It
Struck My Foot And Then A Rock, Making A Rattle
In The Dark Night. You Know How Noise Gains
When You Cannot See The Cause Of It, And All
Your Senses Are In Your Ears.
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