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There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass
I choose the stairs that mount above,

When in still air and still in summertimeA leaf has had enough of this, it
To make up its mind to go; fine as a
Its drifting in detachment down the road
Howard Nemerov was born on February 29th, 1920 in New York