Between those Rounds and that Soft-spotted Shell
Within your Heart what such Happens betwixt
That core which the Athlete performed so well
All be her Warmth and Sentiments exist
That be so - be Engraved in Note and Kind
Merrily which behind the Curtains follow
To admit your Cause as Human you remind
And as we Growing Youth conquer this Sorrow
It is for the Best. As Best as Growth would be
Live beyond Sentiments and Thoughts relapse
Permit this Expression! Yet the Owls do see
Smiles which that even the Wolves must Adapt.
Distance be Naught - that Hearts build Bridges despite
And Shame the Architect his Envy recite.
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