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    as he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist...

    on the last day i took her where the wild roses grow
    and she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
    and i kissed her goodbye, said, "all beauty must die"
    and lent down and planted a rose between her teeth..
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