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Robert Laurence Binyon - I Want A Thousand Things
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I want a thousand things to--night;
 The bonds of earth are strict and strong;
 Yet glory were a vain delight
 Did you not sing within my song.

 Hungers, despairs, and victories,
 All the world`s glories and alarms,
 Forget their wound and find their prize
 But on your lips, but in your arms.
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