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352 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1995
There's but three Furies found in spacious hell
But in a great man's breast three thousand dwell.
All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone,
We must speak of other matters,
You can be me when I'm gone
Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered in the evening,
You can be me when I'm gone.