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I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.

-Gwendolyn Brooks

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I Swear To Keep

Gwendolyn Brooks

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I Swear To Keep The Dead Upon My Mind, / Disdain For All Time To Be Overglad.

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