Thursday, September 13, 2018

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So I write, and in verse, I complain,
Singing once again the sad refrain
To which I'm moved through suffering the pain
Of seeing those who think that they well see
But yet see not, as I know's said of me,
Although full far apart are they and we
Who know that we know not, as I well know.
While I and those who are like me will go
Into our thoughts, the others still will crow
That they have answers many others seek
Who think in thinking we make ourselves weak
And who would never want to be called meek,
And they who answer that distorted call
May well lead to the ruin of us all.

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