Your astonishment goes no further
Doesn't count what you come across
One is nature and you in your silken maine
As much you see you keep to ponder
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The same creator may be to blame
As much is explored as is to be
How are they alike and how different
Somewhere is snocw and somewhere flame
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It must have cost real dear to the power
How much pain he must have gone
The pull they got is almost the same
We get to it and yet far to trod
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The harder the chase the more you lost
Yet the distance is such you can't keep
This astonishment, never gone any further
Untill the day you turn to frost..
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