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NOT any more to be lacked,Not any more to be known—Denizens ofSignificanceFor a span so worn—Even Nature, Herself,Has forgot it is there—Too elate of her multitudesTo retain despair.
Of the ones that pursued itSuing it not to go—Some have solaced the longingTo accompany;
Some rescinded the wrench—Others—shall I say?Plated the residue ofWoeWith monotony.
