An Insipid Case Of A Taciturn Fellow


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The more that is said, the more is lost

Elucidate, and the meaning dies

Here each speaks to mark a higher point

Each in delusion of superior insight

So speak to me not, not today my friend

My diffident conceit, I have to tend

For what’s it worth, another word?

Among a hundred-thousand cries?

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