Where  is your
want, your
your self sense? Are  you
stamped  with
no thing, so soon? Afraid
to risk a chance
your fortune?  Life
gave you this
man, this piper with
power  to
call your tune - can you
dig down,  did you
drown, forehead stamped
with zero so soon?
Life's fortune the other
piper calling your tune?
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