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Vigils-Aline Kilmer · Edgar Allan Poe Poems

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  Speaker 1: Things by Elin Marray Kilmore read filibrivoxt dot org by
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  Speaker 1: Sonya Things. Sometimes when I am at tea with you,
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  Speaker 1: I catch my breath at the thought that is old,
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  Speaker 1: as the world is old, and more bitter than death.
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  Speaker 1: It is that the spoon that you just laid down
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  Speaker 1: and the cup that you hold, may be here, shining
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  Speaker 1: and insolent, when you are still and cold. Your careless
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  Speaker 1: note that I laid away may leap to my eyes
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  Speaker 1: like flame, when the world has almost forgotten your voice
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  Speaker 1: or the sound of your name. The golden Virgin Da
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  Speaker 1: Vinci Drew may smile on over my head, and daffodils
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  Speaker 1: not in the silver vase when you are dead. So
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  Speaker 1: let moth and dust corrupt and thieves break through, and
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  Speaker 1: I shall be glad because of the hatred I bear
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  Speaker 1: to thinks instead of the love I had for life
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  Speaker 1: seems only a shuddering breath, a smothered, desperate cry. And
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  Speaker 1: things have a terrible permanence when people die. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 2: If I had loved you More by Ailey Murray Kilmer
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  Speaker 2: read for liberoqux dot org by soft Voice. If I
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  Speaker 2: had loved you more. God would have had a pity.
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  Speaker 2: He would never have left me here in this desolate place,
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  Speaker 2: left me to go on my knees to the door
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  Speaker 2: of heaven, crying in vain for a little sight of
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  Speaker 2: your face. How could I know that the earth would
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  Speaker 2: be dark without you? For you were always the lover
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  Speaker 2: and I of a friend. Now, if there were any
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  Speaker 2: hope that I might find you, I would go seeking
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  Speaker 2: you to the world's end. God is a jealous God.
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  Speaker 2: You have loved too wildly, you have loved too well.
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  Speaker 2: One said, I bowed my head, that my heart and scornless,
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  Speaker 2: crying that you, whom I had not loved enough, are dead.
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  Speaker 2: Look on my heart and see it is hard and narrow,
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  Speaker 2: that my loves are slight and last but a little space.
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  Speaker 2: But why do I go on my knees to the
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  Speaker 2: door of heaven, crying for only a little sight of
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  Speaker 2: your face? And of poem? This recording is in the
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  Speaker 2: public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Atonement by Elin Murray Kilmer, read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Sonya Atonement. When a storm comes up at night
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  Speaker 1: and the wind is crying, when the trees are moaning
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  Speaker 1: like masts on laboring ships, I wake in fear and
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  Speaker 1: put out my hand to find you, with your name
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  Speaker 1: on my lips. No pain that the heart can hold
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  Speaker 1: is like to this one to call forgetting into aching space,
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  Speaker 1: to reach out confident hands and find beside you only
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  Speaker 1: an empty place. This should atone for the hours when
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  Speaker 1: I forget you. Take then my offering, clean and sharp
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  Speaker 1: and sweet, an agony brighter than years of dull remembrance.
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  Speaker 1: I lay it at your feet. End of poem. This
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  Speaker 1: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Garden by a Lean Murray Kilmer read for LibriVox
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  Speaker 3: dot Org by sky Albatross. And now it is all
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  Speaker 3: to be done over again, And what will come of it?
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  Speaker 3: Only God can know. What has become of the furrows
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  Speaker 3: plowed by pain, and the plants set row on row.
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  Speaker 3: What are the lines of beautiful bending trees, the gracious rings,
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  Speaker 3: the depth of delicate shade, the sunny spaces loud with
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  Speaker 3: the humming of bees, and the grassy paths in the
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  Speaker 3: garden My life had made Lightning and earthquake now have
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  Speaker 3: blasted and riven. Even the trees that I trusted could
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  Speaker 3: not stand. Now it lies here to the bitter winds
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  Speaker 3: of heaven, a barren and a desolate lamb and the palm.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: The Night Cometh by Aleen Murray Kilma read filiprivox dot
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  Speaker 1: org by Sonya. The Night Cometh. My garden walks were
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  Speaker 1: smooth and green, and edged with box streets. Left and right.
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  Speaker 1: An old gray sun dial stood between two rounded beehives,
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  Speaker 1: low and white. My hollyhocks grew tall and red. My
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  Speaker 1: logs were thrust its lances high. The night cometh, the
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  Speaker 1: sun dial said, and I hated its wisdom and hurried by.
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  Speaker 1: I watch the sun dial as I wait and hope
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  Speaker 1: to see its slow hand fly the stately poplace at
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  Speaker 1: the gate. Our funeral torches flaring high. The scent of
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  Speaker 1: wallflowers breaks my heart. The box is bitter in the sun.
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  Speaker 1: The poppies burst their sheaths apart and tell of rest
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  Speaker 1: when pain is done. The hawthorn shakes a ghostly head
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  Speaker 1: and breathes of death. At fullest noon, the night cometh,
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  Speaker 1: the sun dial said. The night can never come too soon,
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  Speaker 1: O Sundial, hurry your creeping hand. Let the shadows fall
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  Speaker 1: where the brown bees hume. I watch and wait where
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  Speaker 1: the low hives stand. Let the night come, Let the
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  Speaker 1: night Come. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 1: public domain.
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  Speaker 4: The Touch of Tears by Eline Murray Kilmer dreadfully brevax
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  Speaker 4: dot org by Anusha a year Michael vaks in autumn leaves,
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  Speaker 4: rustling leaves and fading grasses, and his little music box
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  Speaker 4: tinkles faintly as he passes. It's a gay and jaunty tune.
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  Speaker 4: If the hands that play were clever. Michael plays it
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  Speaker 4: like a dirge, moaning on and on forever, while his
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  Speaker 4: happy eyes grow big, big and innocent and soulful, wistful,
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  Speaker 4: halting little notes rise unutterably doleful telling of all childish griefs,
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  Speaker 4: Baffled babies sobed, forsaken, birds fly off and bubbles burst,
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  Speaker 4: Kittens sleep and will not waken. Michael. It's the touch
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  Speaker 4: of tears. Though you sing for very gladness, others will
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  Speaker 4: not see you much. They will mourn your fancied sadness.
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  Speaker 4: Though you laugh at them and scorn show you a
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  Speaker 4: happy heart for token, Michael, your protest and rain, they
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  Speaker 4: will swear your heart is broken and of poem. This
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  Speaker 4: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Songs Against Children by Eleene Kilmer. Recorded for Liverybox dot
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  Speaker 5: org by Jude Oh. The Barbary Bright, The barbary bright.
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  Speaker 5: It stood on the mantelpiece because of the height. Its
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  Speaker 5: stems were slender and thorny and tall, and it looked
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  Speaker 5: most beautiful against the gray wall. But Michael climbed up
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  Speaker 5: there in spite of the height, and he ate all
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  Speaker 5: the berries off the barbary bright. Oh, the round, the
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  Speaker 5: round holly wreath. It hung in the window with ivy beneath.
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  Speaker 5: It was plump and prosperous, spangled with red, and I
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  Speaker 5: thought it would cheer me, although I were dead. But
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  Speaker 5: Deborah climbed on a table beneath, and she ate all
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  Speaker 5: the berries off the round holly wreath. Oh, the mistletoe bow,
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  Speaker 5: the misslete bow. Could anyone touch it? I did not
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  Speaker 5: see how. I hung it up high that it might
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  Speaker 5: last long. I wreathed it with ribbons and hailed it
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  Speaker 5: with song. But Christopher reached it, I do not know how,
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  Speaker 5: and he ate all the berries of the mistletoe bow.
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  Speaker 5: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: To Shut a Child in a Bedroom by Eileen Kilmer,
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  Speaker 5: recorded for LibriVox dot org by Jude Oh. Dear, Oh,
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  Speaker 5: desolate bright head, O drooping mouth and shaken chin. How
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  Speaker 5: could I ever lock you in? They were too harsh
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  Speaker 5: the words I said? Should I have only smiled instead?
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  Speaker 5: At one more funny, childish sin? Already my regrets begin?
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  Speaker 5: What would I do if you were dead? Yet? There
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  Speaker 5: is wonder in that place? And I could show you?
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  Speaker 5: Did I dare? How to throw back your tangled hair,
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  Speaker 5: and in around mysterious place, looking upon your mirrored face,
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  Speaker 5: find comfort in the beauty there? End of poem. This
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  Speaker 5: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Tribute by Elen Murray Kilmer Readfullybrivax dot org Anusha Ayer,
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  Speaker 4: Deborah and Christopher brought me dandelions. Kenton brought me butter
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  Speaker 4: cups with summer on their breadth. But Michael brought an
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  Speaker 4: autumn leaf like lazy filigree, a one leaf, a ghost leaf,
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  Speaker 4: beautiful as death, Death in all loveliness, fragile and exquisite.
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  Speaker 4: Who but he would choose it from all the blossoming land?
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  Speaker 4: Who but he would find it where it hit among
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  Speaker 4: the flowers, Death in all its loveliness. He laid it
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  Speaker 4: in my hand? End of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 4: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Violin's Song by Alan Murray Kilmer read for Librevox dot
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  Speaker 6: Org by Gaby Violin Song. The thing that I am
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  Speaker 6: c king, I know I shall not find. A wistful
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  Speaker 6: voice is crying this sorrow in my mind. I know
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  Speaker 6: I shall not find it, however far I go, But
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  Speaker 6: I shall always seek it. My heart has told me so.
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  Speaker 6: Though I must always wonder, I do not find it. Sweet.
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  Speaker 6: There is no journey's ending to draw my restless feet.
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  Speaker 6: There is no distant vision to help me on my way.
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  Speaker 6: I know my quest is hopeless, but yet I may
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  Speaker 6: not stay. The thing that I am seeking should not
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  Speaker 6: be far to seek. I hear its haunting echo through
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  Speaker 6: every word I speak. So I shall always seek it
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  Speaker 6: down all the roads I go, But I shall never
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  Speaker 6: find it. My heart has told me so. End of poem.
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  Speaker 6: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: The Stirrup Cup by A. Lean Murray Kilmer read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot Org by Sky Albatross. Here where each road
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  Speaker 3: worn one rests till the night is done. In the
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  Speaker 3: gray dawning, I saw my horse stand, and as I
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  Speaker 3: left the inn, with his smooth face of sin, smiling
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  Speaker 3: mine host with a cup in his hand. Drink now,
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  Speaker 3: my merry friend, Drink to your journey's end. Let not
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  Speaker 3: the hour of our parting be sad. Follow what road
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  Speaker 3: you will. One tot will cheer you. Still, this warm
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  Speaker 3: and fragrant cup you shall have had, traveler, The ride
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  Speaker 3: is sweet, God's speed, your flying feet thinking you hasten
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  Speaker 3: to lover and friend. Gather the bridle up, drain, dry
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  Speaker 3: the stirrup cup. Only a cup of tears waits at
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  Speaker 3: the end and upon. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Unlearning by Aileen Murray Kilma read Filibrivoux dot Org by
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  Speaker 1: Sonya Unlearning. When I was young, my heart was old.
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  Speaker 1: My heart was rich and very wise. Now all its
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  Speaker 1: wisdom has been told, and all its wealth is fairy gold,
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  Speaker 1: and all its joy futilities. My heart would say, when
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  Speaker 1: I was young, it would be well to grieve no more.
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  Speaker 1: The griefs you sing had all been sung before you
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  Speaker 1: learned your mother tongue, and all your tears been shed before.
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  Speaker 1: When I was young, my heart would say, what childish
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  Speaker 1: things are these you seek? The piper's price is large
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  Speaker 1: to pay, and there will come a reckoning day. In
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  Speaker 1: this wise way, my heart would speak, But now it
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  Speaker 1: cries continually. It says, none ever felt, as you cast
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  Speaker 1: prudence to the winds, and see how happy I can
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  Speaker 1: make you be. And some of what it says is true.
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  Speaker 1: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Perversity by Aline Murray Kilmel dreadfully Revax dot org by
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  Speaker 4: Anusha a year. All my life, I have loved where
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  Speaker 4: I was not loved, and always those whom I did
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  Speaker 4: not love loved me. Only the God who made my
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  Speaker 4: wild heart knows why this should be. Oh, I am strange,
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  Speaker 4: inscrutable and proud. You cannot prove me. Though you try
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  Speaker 4: and try. I'll keep your love alive and wondering until
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  Speaker 4: you die. And a poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 4: public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Shards by Eline Murray Kilma read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: by Sonya Shards. I can never remake the thing I
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  Speaker 1: have destroyed. I brushed the golden dust from the moth's
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  Speaker 1: bright wing. I called down wind to shatter the cherry blossoms.
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  Speaker 1: I did a terrible thing. I feared that the cup
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  Speaker 1: might fall, so I flung it from me. I feared
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  Speaker 1: that the bird might fly, so I set it free.
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  Speaker 1: I feared that the dam might break. So I'll loose
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  Speaker 1: the river, may its waters cover me and of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Charmian's Song by Ellan Moray Kilmer read forlibrivox dot Org
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  Speaker 6: by Gaby Charmian's song. I am glad I have but
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  Speaker 6: a little heart. For my heart is very small. It
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  Speaker 6: makes it free to come and go, and no one
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  Speaker 6: cares at all. I give my heart for a tender word,
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  Speaker 6: for a gentle look or touch, and the one who
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  Speaker 6: has it never knows, and it does not hurt me much.
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  Speaker 6: If my heart were great and I gave it away,
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  Speaker 6: then all the world would see. But my heart is
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  Speaker 6: only a little thing, and it does not trouble me.
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  Speaker 6: I may give my little heart unseen. It is so
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  Speaker 6: small and light, and only very wakeful things can hear it.
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  Speaker 3: Cry at night.
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  Speaker 6: And the poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 4: Light Lover by Aleen Murray Kilmer, Dreadful y vastat Org
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  Speaker 4: by Anusha Ayir. Why don't you go back to the sea,
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  Speaker 4: my dear, I am not one who would hold you
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  Speaker 4: to see is the woman you really love? So let
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  Speaker 4: hers be the arms that fold you Your bright blue
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  Speaker 4: eyes are a sailor's eyes. Your hungry heart is a
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  Speaker 4: sailor's too. And I know each port that you passed
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  Speaker 4: through will give one lass, both bonnie and wise, who
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  Speaker 4: has learned light love from a sailor's eyes. If you
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  Speaker 4: ever go back to the sea, my dear, I shall
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  Speaker 4: miss you, Yes, can you doubt it? But women have
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  Speaker 4: lived through worse than that, So why should we worry
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  Speaker 4: about it? Take your restless heart to the restless sea,
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  Speaker 4: your light, light love to a light or lass who
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  Speaker 4: will smile when you come, and smile when you pass here.
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  Speaker 4: You can only trouble me. Oh, I think you had
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  Speaker 4: better go back to see end of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 4: is in the public domain. Words to an Irish Air
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  Speaker 4: by Alin Murray Kilmer read for lebrevastat Org by Anusha Ayir.
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  Speaker 4: If I had a lover now, who would he be? Yourself?
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  Speaker 4: With your laughter, your gay gallantry? Yet I'd know when
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  Speaker 4: you kissed me your heart was not mine but kneeling
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  Speaker 4: in tears at a lost lady's shrine. Or if I
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  Speaker 4: should seek him who loves me too? Well, do you
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  Speaker 4: think with my head on his breast he could tell?
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  Speaker 4: Would he know?
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  Speaker 5: That.
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  Speaker 4: However I strove to be true, my vagabond heart was
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  Speaker 4: still following you. This dicing with hearts is a perilous game,
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  Speaker 4: be it to one or another. The end is the same,
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  Speaker 4: that is sure to be sorrow, however they fall. So
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  Speaker 4: I think I shall not have a lover at all.
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  Speaker 4: And a poem this recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: For All Ladies of Shallatt by Aileen Murray Kilmer read
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  Speaker 3: for LibriVox dot org by sky Albatross. The web flew
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  Speaker 3: out and floated wide. Poor lady I was with her.
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  Speaker 3: Then she gathered up her piteous pride, but she could
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  Speaker 3: never weave again. The mirror cracked from side to side.
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  Speaker 3: I saw its silver shadows go. The curse has come
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  Speaker 3: on me, she cried. Poor lady. I had told her so.
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  Speaker 3: She was so proud. She would not hide. She only
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  Speaker 3: laughed and tried to sing. But singing in her song
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  Speaker 3: she died. She did not profit anything. And the poem
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  Speaker 3: this recording is in the public domain. The Heart knoweth
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  Speaker 3: its own bitterness by a Lean Murray Kilmer read for
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  Speaker 3: LibriVox dot org by sky Albatross. The heart know it.
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  Speaker 3: If this be true, indeed, then the ting that I
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  Speaker 3: bear in my bossom is not a heart, for it
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  Speaker 3: knows no more than a hollow whispering read that answers
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  Speaker 3: to every wind. I am sick of the ting. I
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  Speaker 3: think we had better part. My heart will come to
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  Speaker 3: any piper's calling, a fool and motley that dances for
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  Speaker 3: any king. But my body knows, and its tears unbidden falling.
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  Speaker 3: Say that my heart has sinned. You would have my heart,
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  Speaker 3: you may. I am sick of the thing. End of poem.
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  Speaker 3: This recording is in the public domain. To Sappho about
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  Speaker 3: her Apple by Aileen Murray Kilmer, read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: org by Sky Albatross. The highest apple swinging in the
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  Speaker 3: tree top fell in my two hands, eagerly uplifted. For
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  Speaker 3: though I knew its height was half its fairness, still
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  Speaker 3: I would have it. Now. I am wise, with centuries
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  Speaker 3: of wisdom. I lift my voice to give your ashes comfort. Sappho,
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  Speaker 3: the tempting fruit that hung above you was hard and bitter.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: To an Intruder by Eleene Kilmer, recorded for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: org by Jude Because I show a guarded face to
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  Speaker 5: all the world but one or two, and in my
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  Speaker 5: heart's most secret place. Consider Lily, why should you whose
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  Speaker 5: roses grow in common ground? Profram the cloister I have
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  Speaker 5: found end of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 5: Tork de Force by Eline Kilmer, recorded for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 5: Org by Jude smilingly. Out of my pain, I have
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  Speaker 5: woven a little song. You may take it away with you.
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  Speaker 5: I shall not sing it again, But when you have
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  Speaker 5: learned it through, it will keep you brave and strong.
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  Speaker 5: I wove it out of my pain. There is not
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  Speaker 5: a word a bit true. End of pohin. This recording
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  Speaker 5: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Vigils by A Lean Murray Kilmer read for LibriVox dot
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  Speaker 3: Org by sky Albatross. Once I knelt in my shining
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  Speaker 3: mail here by tine altar all the night. My heart
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  Speaker 3: beat proudly, my prayer rose loudly, but I looked to
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  Speaker 3: my armor to win the fight God. My lance was
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  Speaker 3: a broken reed, my mace a toy for a child's delight.
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  Speaker 3: My helm is battered, my shield is shatter'd. I am
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  Speaker 3: still with wounds, and I lost the fight. Lo I
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  Speaker 3: kneel through the night again. Hear my prayer. If my
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  Speaker 3: prayer be right, take for dye token my proud heart,
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  Speaker 3: broken God, guide my arm. I go back to the fight.
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  Speaker 3: End of poem. This recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 3: Victory by Aileen Murray Kilmer read for LibriVox dot Org
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  Speaker 3: by sky Albatross. I sheet my sword and mercy. Go
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  Speaker 3: turn back for me your hopeless eyes, for in them
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  Speaker 3: all my anger dies. I cannot face a beaten foe.
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  Speaker 3: My cause was just, the fight was sweet. Go for me,
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  Speaker 3: O mine enemy before in shame of victory you find
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  Speaker 3: me kneeling at your feet. End of poem. This recording
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  Speaker 3: is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Bound by Aleen Murray Kilmen read for LibriVox dot org
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  Speaker 1: per Sonya Bound. If I had loved you soon, ah
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  Speaker 1: soon I had lost you. Had I been kind, you
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  Speaker 1: had kissed me and gone your faithless way. The kiss
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  Speaker 1: that I would not give is the kiss that your
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  Speaker 1: lips are holding. Now you are mine forever because of
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  Speaker 1: all I have cost you. You think that you are
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  Speaker 1: free and have given over your sighing. You think that
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  Speaker 1: from my coldness your love has flown away. But mine
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  Speaker 1: are the hands you shall dream that your own are holding,
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  Speaker 1: And mine is the face you shall look for when
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  Speaker 1: you are dying, and of poem. This recording is in
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  Speaker 1: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: Knowledge by Allan Moray Kilmer read forulabrivox dot org by
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  Speaker 6: Gabi Knowledge. Some learn it in their youth, some after
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  Speaker 6: bitter years. There is no escape from the truth. Though
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  Speaker 6: we drown in our tears. Many die when they see
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  Speaker 6: that the terrible thing is true. But it has been
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  Speaker 6: easy for me. I always knew. And of poem. This
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  Speaker 6: recording is in the public domain.
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  Speaker 1: Damon by Eline Murray Kilma read for LibriVox dot org.
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  Speaker 1: Py Sonya Damon. I saw her after many years. The
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  Speaker 1: blue black hair that had swept to her knees was
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  Speaker 1: dull and gray. No one would turn to look at her,
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  Speaker 1: thin face, worn with tears. I felt my own wet
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  Speaker 1: eyelid spurn, for she had been queen of my memories.
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  Speaker 1: She had had a face as bright as the sun.
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  Speaker 1: Now she is broken and crushed, I said. The demon
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  Speaker 1: of mischief that lurked before in her hazel eyes is
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  Speaker 1: beaten and done. I hope we never meet any more,
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  Speaker 1: for the thing I loved best in her is dead.
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  Speaker 1: But then she turned and smiled at me, and looking
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  Speaker 1: out of that mask of pain. The laughing in behind
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  Speaker 1: her eyes was just as s gay as it used
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  Speaker 1: to be. That kind of a devil never dies. I
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  Speaker 1: put her back on her throne again. End of poem.
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  Speaker 1: This recording is in a public domain.
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  Speaker 2: One shall be taken under the other left by Aileen
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  Speaker 2: Murray Kilmer read for lebervox dot org by soft pois.
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  Speaker 7: There is no Rachel anymore, and so it does not
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  Speaker 7: really matter. Leo alone is left, and she goes her
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  Speaker 7: own way, inscrutably soft eyed. She goes content to scatter.
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  Speaker 7: I'm sand along a baron shaw where there was sand
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  Speaker 7: enough before, or from a well that has no water,
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  Speaker 7: raising a futile pitcher up lifts to her lips an
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  Speaker 7: empty cup. Now she is Laban's only daughter. There is
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  Speaker 7: no Rachel anymore, and of con this recording is in
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  Speaker 7: the public domain.
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  Speaker 6: The Harp by Alan Murray Kilmer readflibrivox dot org by Gabby.
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  Speaker 3: The harp.
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  Speaker 6: I have a harp of many strings, but two are
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  Speaker 6: enough for me. One is for love and one for death.
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  Speaker 6: And what would the third one be? Before I learn
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  Speaker 6: another note, I may forget and go. So while my
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  Speaker 6: hand is light and sure, I play on the strings
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  Speaker 6: I know. End of poem. This recording is in the
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  Speaker 6: public domain.
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  Speaker 2: The Gift by Aileen Murray Kilmer, read for Libervox dot
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  Speaker 2: Org by soft voice. He has taken away the things
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  Speaker 2: that I loved best, love and youth, and the harp
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  Speaker 2: that knew my hand. Laughter alone is left of all
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  Speaker 2: the rest. Does he mean that I may fill my
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  Speaker 2: days with laughter? Or will it to slip through my
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  Speaker 2: fingers like spilt sand? Why should I beat my wings
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  Speaker 2: like a bird in a net when I can be
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  Speaker 2: still and laugh at my own desire. The wise may
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  Speaker 2: shake their heads at me, But yet I should be
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  Speaker 2: sad without my little laughter. The crackling of thorns is
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  Speaker 2: not so bad a fire. Will he take away even
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  Speaker 2: of the thorns from under the pot and send me
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  Speaker 2: cold and toropolis to bed. He has been good to me,
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  Speaker 2: I know he will not. He gave me to keep
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  Speaker 2: a little foolish laughter. I shall not lose it, even
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  Speaker 2: when I'm dead. And of Cohen. This recording is in
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  Speaker 2: the public domain. And of Vigils by Aileen Murray Kilmore.