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If, when a strong wind springs up, there is found / An unripe orange blown down to the ground, / How do we name the deed that has been done- / A noble act or an ignoble one? / Do we say this is just? Unjust? If we / Say death is just, what would injustice be?
Why all this lamentation then, why must / We weep and wail so much at what is just? / Your soul cannot be privy to what lies / Beyond this veil and hidden from your eyes; / Men crowd about this door of wanting but / To every man it stays securely shut-