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I am dying
O helpless-me; atrophied on the planks of rigidity
Creaks to the tune of my pain- in anguish suffers but
Less than when thou from bough patterned to plan
Now serves- silently in stillness, but not I, I cry
O fallow- me, morose, neither die nor live to give
Time tied, greed to grab rich, all on same boat
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