All Know It; In Their Souls
Who feel them a stranger are
Panic-faced. Wan.
Though as oft when sad, cheered along
Sick, handed dock
A lonely way this life-road
Will always be.
For what blows through us, and soul-deep
Of that nerve-shock.
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