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As this path was never meant to be trodden by man |
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These flowers have been nurtured for none's eyes |
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These pebbles have never been washed ashore |
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These inner organs have never been exposed to light |
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Hyperion and |
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Mimas orbit for the pleasure of none |
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The marmot whistles for none's ear |
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The acrobat performs in his invisible-suit and mind's eye has never met anyone's glance |
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None has tore off the moss to see what crawls underneath |
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Or lifted the veil drained the pools dissolved the bloodstains |
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None has unriddled my |
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Archaic smile |
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Or turned the russet key in my feeble lock |
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But someone might have been scratched by the claws and impaled on the spears and pierced by the thorns and the needles and the stings |