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LET NO BIRD SING by VERNE TAYLOR BENEDICT

First Line: TREAD SOFTLY HERE, UPON THIS SPOT
Last Line: LOVE DIED, AND IT WAS NIGHT.
Subject(s): LOVE - LOSS OF;
Tread softly here, upon this spot
Love died. Let no bird sing.
Let no sound break within this place --
Love died, and with it spring.

So swiftly then the sun went down
Robbing the world of light --
A pale moon rode a star-less sky --
Love died, and it was night.



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