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Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
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I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it held Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled Beyond my Boundary— If things were opposite—and…