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There's a slight I heard before its time
And you can comfort me
In a way, I throw my weight upon a lie
Is it not enough to lie within?
And if it stands to right,
Is it brought against to bear beneath the slight?
If it's so unkind
So uncertain
Fine
We'll be still surprised
No more less inclined
What will stay to lead away the doubt?
The use of which til now
Is it all involved and high enough without?