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Leaves fall and change incites
The differences which we all relate It rises slowly from which ignites The spirit gently acquaints; awaits All of us will bargain ‘till the day We see it become what it foresaw Life enchanted—merely a delay In the cosmos we concede withdraw One by one I see you take us From joy and from laughter here To which you have waiting to success A haven, a hell is too old, austere Bewitch me with curiosity and fame You are the devil, the god I prayed I know of you through ancestor’s game In turn I seek you through my own blade
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