We all knew her, and she all knew us;
And in our darkness she held us.
And in our triumph she praised us,
And she uttered a phrase;
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The Tailor:
Is red your colour, Miss Smith?
Or do you prefer white?
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Here lies a man,
Who has so much,
And relished so little.
And thus in a rich tomb buried,
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Hail the seraphs, and let them bring the light;
As from the depth of our life we fight,
To live and be delivered from the night;
Into an Empire of bleakness, edged upon twilight.
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