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The nest, with hole
Body without soul
This urge to evaporate;
Is shaking my whole

Don't leave the place,
Don't turn your pace
These words are doltish;
Why, loosening my embrace

I try to capture
I break every sculpture
The dolour penetrating;
What doing is rupture

The answers, unknown,
Making hearts to mourn
Those calls are searched
That'll condemn form

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