Out of your love the fire of youth will rise.
In the chest, visions of the soul will rise.
If you are going to kill me, kill me, it is alright.
When the friend kills, a new life will rise.
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I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room.
by Horatio AlgerKING COTTON looks from his window
Towards the westering sun,
And he marks, with an anguished horror,
That his race is almost run.
His form is thin and shrunken;
His cheek is pale and wan;
And the ...