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1497 Facts by our side are never sudden Until they look around And then they scare us like a spectre Protruding from the Ground— The height of our portentous Neighbor We never know— Till summoned to his recognition By an Adieu— Adieu for whence The sage cannot conjecture The bravest die As ignorant of their resumption As you or I— Edited by Peter Carter
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