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82 Were you not real of old, then ? He whom I knew as Frank Could not have sunk so deeply, Could not have grown so rank. Was it the deadly nightshade, Worn as my boyhood&#39;s flower ? Was I a dreamer dreaming, Held in a falsehood&#39;s power ? Is there a sun in heaven ? Is there a God on high ? All my old world is shattered &#59; Brother, good-bye, good-bye. Frank, I have heard the story, Pitiful, strange, and sweet &#59; All that you would not tell me- All of your grand defeat.