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[Pleasure, torture, victory, crime,—]
Pleasure, torture, victory, crime,—A time, a time, a little time,
Soothes and smooths all away.
Is this our hardness, dulness, blame?
Human privilege? human shame?
Or does the blank Night, all-surrounding,
All-absorbing, all-confounding,
Thus leak in?—and who shall say?
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