I have everywhere sought,
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and nowhere found
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So I lift the bleedin' bodkin
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And trust the grief deepest in
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The gleaming bodies of the infinite skies
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Have for my spirit
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The cold charm
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Of death's welcoming eyes
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In secret to my soul
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They are ideals of old
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Ad Astra
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Arcturus |