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I should not want thee.
But what in those eyes sounds a warning?
Humble stirrings.
Dance the fraught tune, with soundless passion
Strung up, to the merciless puppeteer
Yet do i not glance?
Marching morosely to the same tune,
And yet my steps are miscounted,
And some strange certainty glances back
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