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Poem	We’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through, we’re through and – flanking, now, the edges of our schism – it seems your coldness and my idealism alone for all this time have kept us true. Credulous I and hedonistic you: opposed, refracting angles of a prism who challenged sense with childish skepticism – and every known the bulk of mankind knew.
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