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Stirring It happened at our corner - The place I saw her first. - He hit me dead on With holiday, drunken cheer Then the balmy air Echoed the explosion - While dyed crimson water below Leaked into drains It was a Christmas hue. - A second - split the other way Would have heard my salvation. - I regret the presents Scattered and wed - To the ruble around the wreck - It was a returning shopping trip And I was full of anticipation. - Even in death, I stir - She never got a chance to tear The wrapping I vested My soul in.
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