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Just as every pound of principle embarassed reveal regret So do the colors of locked in discipline run from son to son And just as love has you for whom to bestow heaven's bet So shall freedom be unshackled from fear of a heart broken The scrapes of life spread the secrecy of  birth Where persisting beauty is more fitting than red to a rose Implications of what I hear, the dazzle and the worth From this knock of mine to the play of the sparrows The Dance Don't blink so as not to miss the prize of the little hour But double every sigh and bring about the voice of praise For he who hides not in squalor at the promising of a new flowe