Tread on my soul, shall I fall?
Like those who have fallen before,
Or like those who shall fall again.
Be not but soft and tender and light,
for that is not the way of pain
I shall be wronged and not be right,
Though I will grow right ever more
More than any soul that falls.
November New Moon
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As she sat gazing
at night skies on the eve
of the November New Moon,
a voice came to her,
and it whispered in her ear:
“Shrug off the past,
all the ...
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