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With all the ways I used to start
disgrace bought me laurels and rye
call’d to chant and grovel and croon
and I look again, look again

When call’d to house, o’ Galileo,
I wondered if my eyes would change
‘til I could say the rain was gone
‘til I could call you to my side.

I rode the train to wind and vale
and in the shield I saw the face
the curse wound tight and broughten close
in careless volta I closed the loop.