And I think she just had a hard winter,
me too.
With black ashes atop my crownless head,
here we go.
On Lying, Against Lying,
perjury I have.
Despite all this, I have been told,
I want to see you dance every day.
No menagerie, no Exeter Exchange,
will stop my brothers.
They will walk beside me, fall beside me,
footrace this akrasia.
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