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Shake your head and say Silence only

Mocking the face of the day with Phantoms

Of what I might have said

What You may have Whispered;

Ruse that is as Gentle and Benevolent

As recompense Singing Sweet Praise;

Yet a-slumber and musing,

As distant as close by could be

To Embody all that We

Together might

in the Temperance of Existence