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 "poet": "Robert W. Service",
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 "book": "Songs of a Sourdough",
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  "venue": "Songs of a Sourdough (1907)",
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    "text": "’Twas a year ago and the moon was bright",
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   {
    "text": "(Oh, I remember so well, so well),",
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   {
    "text": "I walked with my love in a sea of light,",
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    "text": "And the voice of my sweet was a silver bell.",
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    "text": "And sudden the moon grew strangely dull,",
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    "text": "And sudden my love had taken wing;",
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    "text": "I looked on the face of a grinning skull,",
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    "text": "I strained to my heart a ghastly thing.",
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   {
    "text": "’Twas but fantasy, for my love lay still",
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   {
    "text": "In my arms with her tender eyes aglow,",
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   {
    "text": "And she wondered why my lips were chill,",
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    "text": "Why I was silent and kissed her so.",
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    "text": "A year has gone and the moon is bright,",
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    "text": "A gibbous moon like a ghost of woe;",
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    "text": "I sit by a new-made grave tonight,",
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   {
    "text": "And my heart is broken⁠—it’s strange, you know.",
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