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After joy raises you into the stratosphere,
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call it a flood, what it is to be
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And though the jeweled
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with all our bones knocking, we go,
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So, just recently, when I found myself on the brink of the final
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I believe that I am being kept in want. Who
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Weary fears, the
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Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
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The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun.
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Resist the righteous scurry and instead