IDENTITY
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I am the blood that burns, The flesh that dies, The haunted heart that turns To Paradise, The soul that laugheth low And whispereth There are sweet things to know After—Death. Such powers am I, and more Both good and bad; Nor all the learnéd lore Solomon had Could ill and good dissever. Yet this is true: Naught’s me that doth not ever Cleave to you.