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 :::"BE HARD!"

WEET Christ — our hearts should be stone. Then it would be the end! For the sake of one — of one ——— I hurt my friend.

There should be lamps in the sky, Not dead moons flickering, Not mists to cover us. There should be lamps in the sky. We tread too heavily And the darkness is over us. Sweet Christ, our hearts should be stone!

There should be lamps in the sky To read the loneliness, The loneliness we cannot smother While blindly we stab at one another With a rage that is a cry.

O that our hearts in one lightning flash Were illumined thro' and thro'! Then we should know the oak from the ash, The rosemary from the rue! Then would be proved what we dare not prove, And seen what we dare not see; Then love would be justified of love, And a friend a friend would be.