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who journeyed to Denver,
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who died in Denver,
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who came back to Denver and waited in vain,
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who watched over Denver and brooded and loned in Denver
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and finally went away to find out the Time,
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and now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
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who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrais
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praying for each other's salvation and light and breasts,
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until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
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who sweetened the snatches of a million girls
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trembling in the sunset,
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and were red eyed in the morning but prepared