Front matter
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Dedication
I bring you the sword of a song, The sword of my spirit's desire, Feeble ; but laid at your feet.
That which was weak shall be strong, That which was cold shall take fire. That which was bitter be sweet.
It was wrought not with hands to smite,
Contents
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THE EVE OF REVOLUTION f,. 10
THE WATCH IN THE NIGHT 30
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The end
You’ve reached the end of Songs before sunrise.
