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Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,
   O Willer masked and dumb!
   Who makest Life become, -
As though by labouring all-unknowingly,
   Like one whom reveries numb.

How much of consciousness informs Thy will
   Thy biddings, as if blind,
   Of death-inducing kind,
Nought shows to us ephemeral ones who fill
   But moments in Thy mind.
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* Sunprincess * 14 November 2015
.......very nicely penned ?
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Andrew Fincham 20 April 2009
I'm still looking for the illusive magic. [if this percipience ist, thou mayest, as I, to other rills less shill dance i'the mist...]
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