Are called to reign for me when I am gone.
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bove your fellows, — you who hold a curseOr blessing in the hollow of your hand, — Say you will loose that hand from fellowship,Let go the rescuing rope, hurl all the tribes,Children and countless beings yet to come,Down from the upward path of light and joy,Back to the dark and marshy wildernessWhere life is naught but blind tenacity
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