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On almost the incendiary eve / Of several near deaths, / When one at the great least of your best loved / And always known must leave
Lions and fires of his flying breath, / Of your immortal friends / Who'd raise the organs of the counted dust / To shoot and sing your praise, / One who called deepest down shall hold his peace