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Portrait of the Bourgeoisie.

"And so I persevered. And trusted the silence that envelops and transcends words." --Elie Wiesel

"In the rich man’s house there is no place to spit but in his face."

      "SONG.

When I am dead, my dearest,
   Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
   Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass above me
   With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
   And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
   I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
   Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
   That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
   And haply may forget."

--Christina Rossetti

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