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These things with ways

We take with abuse

And these childlike minds

Are so abstruse



So free my soul

And help me cry

These words of mine

So far so nigh



A ghost a shadow

Just an octave away

This nonentity of me

A mirror for the fray



This escape of life

I wait to contrive

My soul’s liberation

A hope to revive