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So shall we struggle, you or I,
One of us will shortly die
And leave the other a callow mask
Or an idiot smile to remember by,
And a granite body to conjure and turn.

Against such massive unconcern
One will labor. The other lie
Tall and quiet. Tell me why. . . .