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Persons
Does the peril of a life so perfect
Squander unwept tears
Does the shiny saucer of a world
Call the horrid fear
If I disclose a million-fold
The welcome do they serve
I swear the rugged tundra lie
Beneath a twin-bridged stream
So open do I say
I lift you herald high
Does one who's undeserved
Flow gently without flight
Does it matter here
What genre I portray
Does it matter then again
That I've lost my square on life
How many times will it take till I see
What my maker wants of me
How many writings will I send
Till I meet my calling, please
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