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This Moment, Yearning and Thoughtful.
THIS moment yearning and
thoughtful, sitting alone,
It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful;
It seems to me I can look over and behold them, in Prussia, Italy, France, Spain — or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or India — talking other dialects;
And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my own lands;
O I know we should be brethren and lovers,
I know I should be happy with them.
It seems to me there are other men in other lands, yearning and thoughtful;
It seems to me I can look over and behold them, in Prussia, Italy, France, Spain — or far, far away, in China, or in Russia or India — talking other dialects;
And it seems to me if I could know those men, I should become attached to them, as I do to men in my own lands;
O I know we should be brethren and lovers,
I know I should be happy with them.
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