Here are the 14 sets of 4 lines:
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Go, sinful worm, to heed the transient day;
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Enough were let to stand forth in dismay;
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Oh, it's not freedom ruins the tangled way;
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We find soon that the melodies turn gray;
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Our flesh an empty mold, a Winter sigh.
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To play of idle art when Summer's nigh.
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Up, artist-men, go home when Fall is dry.
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Who fuel hate immortal Springs deny.
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Now try and read this short life's resume,
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Hide so in terror, damn the stressful way,
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The rules of his mind's order went astray,
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Firm soldiers enter, shun the wars today,
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Because men rose at once with plans so high.
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When each soon-passing truth becomes a lie.
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See towns through peace, man's chosen alibi.
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Ban laws, choose change, the promises untie.
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So on this earth mature delights are sown:
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To dreaming souls the art hereat is shown:
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Some insights that our leader-haters own:
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Or measure this, what golden artists hone:
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The countryside, a blue romantic sea,
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Your tuna slice, the basic modern tea,
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His secret cloud, a mountain by a tree,
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A land secure that you inscribe to me,
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One steady hand, firm hills, a pleasing tone;
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A Hampshire field, a lonely standing stone;
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Day sport in health, and seeing films alone;
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Long life as mine and ready lips that shone;
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These too shall run and meet their destiny.
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Their modern nation yet the dust shall see.
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Then heroes sat, 'round death time, silently.
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No matter, these should die here instantly.
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On this outlandish earth, replete with fear,
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To read, to learn, within this hateful sphere,
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Our faith in this low planet shattered here,
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With haunted hope, if lethal traitors sneer,
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When men in arms the battlegrounds foreswore,
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While wrongs at men returned, as months before,
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When we from these grand nations bluster more,
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Where farming thousands low resentment bore,
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Will hopes on that regard today pass near?
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Shall any good in these tart words appear?
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Do troops end all the pagan wars this year?
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Then shall two years go rot and disappear?
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So finely Quoth the Starling, "Nevermore".
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Grim envy flees onto the tranquil shore.
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Then go, love - harm is frequently in store.
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No, never quit the smaller things of yore.
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Dethrone hard toil and to the past succumb;
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So strut not: death placed acid on her thumb;
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The lot stood up, then snatched Bacardi rum;
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I touch clasped hands, to batter on the drum;
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Doubt this, the gentle sacrament of some.
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Let gather Fates; the icon moon sets dumb.
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The best of things must to a real end come.
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O face his sad tomb, note the gentle strum.
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