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My Lyrical Life | ||
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O boy, the Apprentice-pen is sweet to touchAs that first clasp-knife we so proudly clutch;
Ere conscience wakes we live one glorious hour,
And cut and slash with cruel sense of power.
We wield the Scissors as 'twere Fate's own Shears:
Sheer folly! as we learn in later years.
My Lyrical Life | ||