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The iron heel - London, Jack ยท 67 words

The iron heel - London, Jack

And then I am lonely. When I do not think of what is to come, I think of what has been and is no more my Eagle, beating with tireless wings the void, soaring toward what was ever his sun, the flaming ideal of human freedom. I cannot sit idly by and wait the great event that is his making, though he is not here to see.

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