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WITH FLOWERS IN OUR HANDS
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- THE VISITOR
FORGET? I had forgotten
Little the use!
A feather in the doorway —
The flood is loose.
Forget? I had forgotten.
No candle burns.
A leaf within the doorway —
The dead returns.
Forget? I had forgotten.
Nail up the door!
You should nail up my heart
If she's to come no more.
- WITH FLOWERS IN OUR HANDS
COME let us walk thro' their burning hell
With flowers in our hands!
With flowers in our hands let us walk there,
And see what power that evil air,
That evil air and those burning hours,
Have to hurt us who carry flowers!
