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Two hours a day he used to come
And bend above a masterpiece
The head that sculptors would have longed
To copy for the World of Greece.
And bend above a masterpiece
The head that sculptors would have longed
To copy for the World of Greece.
Men taught him how to kill his kind,
And shipped him off to Italy;
And there the boy was stung to death
In April by a leaden bee.
And shipped him off to Italy;
And there the boy was stung to death
In April by a leaden bee.
In falling thus so very soon
Where Right and Wrong and Passion trod,
He went, as he desired to go,
With hands unbloodied to his God.
Where Right and Wrong and Passion trod,
He went, as he desired to go,
With hands unbloodied to his God.
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