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Poets do not walk on common ground.
They tend to avoid the throng of wild crowds.
O they cling to visions: so rich and strange!
They experience many a sea change.
Poets sing of myriad seemingly
Senseless things. They compose hymns to their dreams.
They're even inspired by a gentle breeze.
O they purge themselves of habit's disease!
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