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so much sorrow, planes crashed in the sea
so much sorrow, too many children cry themselves to sleep so much sorrow sung by angels unsure of their dreams so much sorrow, lullabies join the hymns under the great oak trees so much sorrow, mourning too much eternal rest so much sorrow, that hoarse last cry for peace on earth so much sorrow, after gunfire bloodies stoic hearts so much sorrow, so far away, so close to my heart so much sorrow, my mother’s soft weeping voice as I am laid to rest so much sorrow cannot touch my soul, for I am deaf now to life so much sorrow, death has brought me no solace so much... [2009.19.7...a] a poem using anaphora, written for "Invalid Item"
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