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of these many miles that do but oppress
that stain and fray our common threads
and of the indescribable moments between
sleep and wakefulness, life and dream
you needn't say a thing

of the volumes and volumes left for the shelves
the clever instruments learned so very well
and of the firey topics, hotly discussed
the iron-clad deals left for the rust
no no, you needn't say a thing

and of the mighty mountain now brought low
the painted rubble and the well-staged show
of the chance and lives squandered callously
of our missteps and these remedies
there there, my dear, you needn't say a thing

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