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As sure as thoughts in curling script spin 'round A life alone will utter not a sound For solitude presents me little choice What purpose therein lies to have a voice? No lies to leave these lips which do not speak No strike toward which to turn the other cheek No other gods before a godless life No coveting of neighbor's wealth or wife My mind and soul and strength: a heart of stone The blessings of a life left lived alone