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Soft as woman’s was your voice, O’Neill! Bright your eye, O! why did you leave us, Eoghan? Why did you die? Your troubles are all over, you’re at rest with God on high, But we’re slaves, and we’re orphans, Eoghan!—why did you die?
The Devil's Chessboard: Allen Dulles and the Rise of America's Secret Government
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