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Refuge

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From my spiritΒ’s gray defeat,
From my pulseΒ’s flagging beat,
From my hopes that turned to sand
Sifting through my close-clenched hand,
From my own faultΒ’s slavery,
If I can sing, I still am free.

For with my singing I can make
A refuge for my spiritΒ’s sake,
A house of shining words, to be
My fragile immortality.
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