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Freeman, you fall
To earth, light to no one,
Teaching anyhow the forces of dancing,
The body of salt, the water answers every second
Of its downward velocity.
Now castoff then pointed picture floating,
Tapped out each step, each volume,
Too late to catch itself in careless air,
Passing by the thankless soldiers,
In regimental plume as they march through
Easy night street.
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