R. C. Welford Biography

I wonder how they justify,

Their feeble, pious lies,
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I walk among these plains of planes,
As night fades, wanders and wanes,
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In the house where I grew, I listened,
I loved. no wrong could come about me,
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What is a man to do if his dreams are at war?
If that which he loves, will kill that which he adores?
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Purple bottle or maroon red,
Sits underneath the showerhead,
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