CHAPTER IV
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The life I have ought to care
But with fears I scarcely bare
To step out, I did not dare
Doubting me, I've done me fare
The face I look, tongue I spoke;
Lips are sealed, but brain awoke
Anguished limbs behind some cloak;
These-shall hide behind the oak
A gyre of grief, shan't be seen
Never strong, after what had been
To their talks I've been so keen
Castaway — the dire I've been
Fears I loath, granted valor
Lammergeiers who're of vigor
Can't trade me any favor
Favor to hide behind doors.
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