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Greatly-intending thou art:
Much-mindful, too, hast thou cried
(Since thy mind, with its slaughter-outpouring part,
Is frantic) that over the eyes, a patch
Of blood -- with blood to match --
Is plain for a pride!
Yet still, bereft of friends, thy fate
Is -- blow with blow to expiate!
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