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Animula Vaga

Do quickly what thou hast to do;
For, till to dust again,
O coffin-worm, the temple fall,
A fledgling I remain.


Nay; till the utmost particle
Another form hath found,
Tho' plumed for the empyrean,
I flutter near the ground.

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