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And then he ended with, "I am loathe to close.
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We are not enemies but friends.
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We must not be enemies.
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Though passion may have strained,
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it must not break our bonds of affection.
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The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield
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and patriot grave to every living heart,
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will yet swell the chorus of the Union when again touched,
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as surely they will be by the better angels of our nature."
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That was beautiful poetry and wishful thinking,
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because in the wake of his inauguration
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and eventually in the wake of Fort Sumter,