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From The Newton enterprise.

1897-04-09 |

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fully utter the lamentation of another:

Once I was pure as the snow, but I fell

Fell like a snowflake. from heaven to hell­

Fell to be trampled as filth in the street­

Fell to beseoffed at, spit on and beat,

Praying, cursing, wishing to die.

Selling my soul to whoever would buy.

Dealing in shame for a morsel of brea 1,

Hating the living and fearing the dead.

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