Falsehood
fib is yet a fabric'd fiction
in th' mind whence tension
th' heart whereof upholds such fact?
or maybe not; for what lies ahead
never hear! hear! the inner dept
an cere beyond nerve can hold
for what once was con now its old
heard no more ; tho' hope it an't true
their hight yet indites a crew
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