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As sure as thoughts in curling script spin ‘round
A life alone will utter not a sound
For solitude presents me little choice
What purpose therein lies to have a voice?
No lies to leave these lips which do not speak
No strike toward which to turn the other cheek
No other gods before a godless life
No coveting of neighbor’s wealth or wife
My mind and soul and strength: a heart of stone
The blessings of a life left lived alone

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