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WAR IS KIND: 34 by STEPHEN CRANE

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First Line: I HEARD THEE LAUGH
Last Line: WE WERE LIKE TWO CREATURES BY A DEAD CAMP-FIRE.
I HEARD thee laugh,
And in this merriment
I defined the measure of my pain;
I knew that I was alone,
Alone with love,
Poor shivering love,
And he, little sprite,
Came to watch with me,
And at midnight
We were like two creatures by a dead camp-fire.




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