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So long, too soon

A proud assortment of peaks and valleys,
troughs and points impelled
by varyus semblance-stricken heights
a mighty hubris felled.

Said archetype, sad pattern-stone
a-carven by life's stream:
as quickly come, so slow dissolved
the hapless lover-dream.

Of times alone, and starker still
the companied-shadow's brine;
to drive an artist steady-sown
in loam to swall of mine.

Sad ignorance, said negligence
a-stolen day on day—
too slowly roll the hours, O!
So soon the des'prate pray.

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