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						Look Down, Fair Moon. by Walt Whitman 
						
						LOOK down, fair moon, and bathe this scene;  Pour softly down night’s nimbus floods, on faces ghastly, swollen, purple;  On the dead, on their backs, with their arms toss’d wide,  Pour down your unstinted nimbus, sacred moon.						 
						
						
						
						
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