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75 Defeat is a Joyful Journey If I were frail and old These impulses so slow, I would not blindly leap At the fire on these lips If I were blind My day to me so kind I would not see the sky And those who make me cry If I were deaf To deceptive whispers safe I would not hear The truth I fear If I were unborn To this world unknown I would not feel this pain When love brings no gain If I were strong Distant to the noose of emotion I would walk away into the night Away from anyone’s sight If I were wise, so wise To read the minds, not to guess I would not froth on the mouth In search for the truth ...

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