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Footprints...
Lofty! Thy steps on the threshold.
In mirth I find thee, desolate, I watch,
Thy footprints harsh, merging in.
Writhing in pain, eyes misty, myself.
Come, bury the pains, each tear shed,
Come, take me with thee, to thou abode...
Short but takes it straight to the heart, in pain...
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