why fence the soul that should be free
and trod on the road of common sense
let us walk from fire unto fire
for the hungry teeth of time devour
and the silent-footed years pursue
all the burning thoughts we lose too soon
in withered husks of dead memory
where youth is gone in wasted days
like roses after evening rain
thus wistful eyes should lust the wandering
sun, climb the higher heights
kiss the fuller air
feel the larger day
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