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From a wounded side released,

out of a body crushed,

a free flowing of blood.

Come, will you not hasten to his side?

Attend this mass of flesh, this wreck,

this carnage?

Not if it is black?

Wracked by grief, such as I am,

yet I will shake my body free, for mine,

the aching and the numbing both betray, my body