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What is there within this beggar lad / That I can neither hear nor feel nor see, / That I can neither know nor understand / And still it calls to me?
Is not he but a shadow in the sun --
A bit of clay, brown, ugly, given life?
And yet he plays upon his flute a wild free tune / As if Fate had not bled him with her knife!