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I can wade grief,
Whole pools of it, -
I 'm used to that.
But the least push of joy
Breaks up my feet,
And I tip - drunken.
Let no pebble smile,
'T was the new liquor, -
That was all!
Power is only pain,
Stranded, through discipline,
Till weights will hang.
Give balm to giants,
And they 'll wilt, like men.
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