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Perseverance of gents, pusillanimity of rent.

Be gone as inwards is a marrow bone.

Within thy narrow heart, for whole or part,

Brings dead men awake in the morn.

Through gentle skies or winds of storm.

Stay and linger within the eye,

Where stillness sits so bye and by.

Here I will fly and fly,

And dream an endless day, and cry.

As I ponder why with a mellow sigh,

And hold the world in steel hands.

For shadows float to understand.

The dark embrace of man.