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Time will bear me there at last, when all the weight and woe is past,
I’ve died a thousand deaths thus far, ten thousand more I can endure,
The end of all my dying creeps forwards, I tread the long path homewards.
We will awake from dreary slumber, eyes filling with untold wonder,
Our yesterdays will all be fled, a speck of memory in their stead,
For we have been in chrysalis capture, then to rise on wings of rapture.