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Then you shall brush aside each star
Till only dark mounts your gaze,
Through each climb, no light be spared,
Let glimpse of the nearest world prepare
Even if the moon's glow were just a phase,
At last you breathe, but look from afar!
How far you've travelled, surely relieved,
But feign not a weeping heart to tear,
Live the breeze and feel the snow descend,
Whilst flakes kiss your skin: 'tis a God-send,
Though much I ask from above you so high,
Now then! your long face; all I ask is why?
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