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Oh! Sadness of last class.
Oh! Old historic buildings with stories...of white men of black women of thrify people of widows of school masters of suffragists of WAVES of laundresses
Oh! when she sings
Yaldaboath
Saklas
I'm calling you
Samael
You are not alone
I say
You are not alone
In your darkness
You are not alone
Baby
You are not alone
Oh child with corn rows in her hair who turned back to the store and shouted "thank you for my toy!"
Oh dog that destroyed another razor
Oh book, White Mother To A Dark Race
Oh research.
Oh spark.
(Spark?)
Oh classes of fires.
Oh appropriate fire extinguishers for classes of fires.