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INNOCENCE
How could she know, that child who thought
So lovely pure the tale I told,
Within what obscene pits were wrought
The ores to make her fairy gold?
So lovely pure the tale I told,
Within what obscene pits were wrought
The ores to make her fairy gold?
How could she know through what dire strife,
From what dark martyrdoms, there spring
The resurrection and the life,
The glow within the psyche's wing?
From what dark martyrdoms, there spring
The resurrection and the life,
The glow within the psyche's wing?
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