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I call, but my finest thoughts come not out of their sanctum. Yet when I am silent, they quietly open the door And come to stand by my side....

I hope to kill the fatted calf somehow, Before its youth is gone, and in its stead There stands a lean and empty-uddered cow From whom all festiveness has...

Restrained no more, the last rebelling man, Alone as he had always wished to be, Sole monarch of himself, with not a clan, Nor tribe, not state, nor nation...