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The hand that signed the paper felled a city;
Five sovereign fingers taxed the breath,
Doubled the globe of dead and halved a country;
These five kings did a king to death

Darkness once again thickens throughout the sky:
This darkness, like light's mysterious sister
She who has loved me always,
Whose face I have yet to see,

How calm the spangled city spread below
How cool the night
How fair the starry skies
How sweet the dewy breezes

This living hand, now warm and
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were
And in the icy silence of the tomb,
So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming