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James Joyce

James Joyce

Because Your Voice Was at my Side
Because your voice was at my side
I gave him pain,
Because within my hand I held
Your hand again.
 
There is no word nor any sign
Can make amend—
He is a stranger to me now
Who was my friend.

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