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Oh, how desperately I want to live:
Immortalize the real,
Personify the faceless,
Give flesh to the nonexistent!
Life's crushing dream may smother me
I may suffocate as I dream,—
And yet a lighthearted youth, perhaps
Will say of me in times to come:
Let us forgive his gloom - could it be
That it was really his secret drive?
"He's but a child of goodness and light
He's but freedom's triumph!"
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