Of all living substance
Crushed here below
Apart from star-matter
What's been reduced
In our flesh, at soul's cost
Pride of being; most.
With a state, self aware
More conscious beast's
Whose instinct, beyond stars
Homeward does gaze
This of his earthly woe
Sorest squeezed; know!
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