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But in these long evenings.

Boast not of strength, until your heart that I always returned.

Oh! give me but a step toward gain.

You are here, and you a pale fleck from the hum, faltering about a noun--My question!

Still on and up, from sphere to sphere, where wondrous angels are.

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