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He fumbles at your Soul

As Players at the Keys

Before they drop full Music on —

He stuns you by degrees —

Prepares your brittle Nature

For the Ethereal Blow

By fainter Hammers — further heard —

Then nearer – Then so slow

Your Breath has time to straighten —

Your Brain — to bubble Cool —

Deals – One — imperial – Thunderbolt —

That scalps your naked Soul —

When Winds take Forests in the Paws —

The Universe — is still —

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