Time, the kindly anaesthetist.
Making, more bearable
Living; and who too forceable
Impels this will to live.
A hurt pride, as soon re-saddled
Soothingly forgot is;
Leaping back o'er which felled crisis.
Horse rider's, echoed in
Shouts, louder for triumph, a course
Of failures who survive.
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