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A DOLE
The bread I eatFills me to-day with shame.
Lo, here I fling it to the street:
Not money: just the bread I eat.
O comrades, for your lofty claim
Take, take from me, in Freedom's name,
The bread I eat.
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Fills me to-day with shame.
Lo, here I fling it to the street:
Not money: just the bread I eat.
O comrades, for your lofty claim
Take, take from me, in Freedom's name,
The bread I eat.