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And When The Echoes Had Ceased, Like A Sense Of Pain Was The Silence.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And When The Echoes Had Ceased, Like A Sense Of Pain Was The Silence.

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