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1020	Lowell, Amy	Sword Blades and Poppy Seed			.txt	text/plain	27230	2810	97	The great, round sun, like the yolk of some mighty Of reds dyed purple and greens turned blues, The old man turned and looked at me. Of tumbling flame, with the old long sword, Came from beneath his old white hands, Red and gold like the brass notes of trumpets. I crave to be lost like a wind-blown flame. The old man saw it in the sun's bright stare And the old man never thought of an oath, in his joy "Why, Sir," said the poor old man, And he walked away, while the old man looked The old man's body heaved with slow, dry sobs. Max laid his hand upon the old man's arm, At last Max spoke, "Dear Heart, this night is ours, "I will close his eyes," said the head gardener, two geraniums, purple because the light is silver-blue, to-night. Lay in his heart like some dead thing killed	./cache/1020.txt	./txt/1020.txt