The die is cast
The eye has seen
The ears to keep
The vibrating number
Be it sour with tears
Be it sweet with laughter
Will the hands stay close
To the marching feet?
Calmly goes the scores
Trembling hands cannot be
By the marching feet
Of a displaced mind
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