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A name, A face, More ripples In the lake. I've never seen this man, But I'll never be the same. I am not the faintest ripple, Though we've never met, Though we're only close In the second degree, if that; Though I might sleep tonight While others won't. Those outermost waves Are the ones for whom He is just part of a number Of casualties in the Middle East.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
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A name, A face, More ripples In the lake. I've never seen this man, But I'll never be the same. I am not the faintest ripple, Though we've never met, Though we're only close In the second degree, if that; Though I might sleep tonight While others won't. Those outermost waves Are the ones for whom He is just part of a number Of casualties in the Middle East.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 4:51 AM UTC
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