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How bellied is all so jest,
Jest was all but to give,
Give Horus his lyre now played,
Played somber now he shook,
Shook ember from ash so cool,
Cool was sea as sparks dot,
Nay dot were notes proud held,
Held his hand as all loomed,
Looming through birth and hearth,
What hearth is it alone?
Alone now his notes mused.