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 "title": "In Prison",
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    "text": "I cried out for the pain of man,",
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   {
    "text": "I cried out for my bitter wrath",
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    "text": "Against the hopeless life that ran",
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    "text": "For ever in a circling path",
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    "text": "From death to death since all began;",
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    "text": "Till on a summer night",
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    "text": "I lost my way in the pale starlight",
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    "text": "And saw our planet, far and small,",
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    "text": "Through endless depths of nothing fall",
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    "text": "A lonely pin-prick spark of light,",
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    "text": "Upon the wide, enfolding night,",
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    "text": "With leagues on leagues of stars above it,",
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    "text": "And powdered dust of stars below⁠—",
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    "text": "Dead things that neither hate nor love it",
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    "text": "Not even their own loveliness can know,",
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    "text": "Being but cosmic dust and dead.",
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    "text": "And if some tears be shed,",
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    "text": "Some evil God have power,",
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    "text": "Some crown of sorrow sit",
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    "text": "Upon a little world for a little hour⁠—",
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    "text": "Who shall remember? Who shall care for it?",
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