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TO MY BIOGRAPHER.
Trace me through my snow,
Track me through my mire,
You shall never know
Half that you desire!
Track me through my mire,
You shall never know
Half that you desire!
Praise me, or asperse,
Deck me, or deride;
In my veil of verse
Safe from you I hide.
Deck me, or deride;
In my veil of verse
Safe from you I hide.
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