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1304 Not with a Club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone— A Whip so small you could not see it I've known To lash the Magic Creature Till it fell, Yet that Whip's Name Too noble then to tell. Magnanimous as Bird By Boy descried— Singing unto the Stone Of which it died— Shame need not crouch In such an Earth as Ours— Shame—stand erect— The Universe is yours. Edited by Peter Carter
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