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Redivivus
Thin lips can make a music; Hateful eyes can see; Crooked limbs go dancing To a swift melody.
The probing knife of madness Can start a dullard brain; Cold cheeks feel kisses And warm with tears again;
The surly heart of clowns Can crack with ecstasy; Rootbound oaks toss limbs If winds come fervently;
Then let my skeleton soul Writhe upward from its loom, Drink red morning again, And look gently home.
