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longsuffering and decennia of brief glory, to mind us of what1
was when and to matter us of the withering of our ways, their2
Janyouare Fibyouare wins true from Sylvester (only Walker3
himself is like Waltzer, whimsicalissimo they go murmurand)4
comes marching ahome on the summer crust of the flagway.5
Life, it is true, will be a blank without you because avicuum's not6
there at all, to nomore cares from nomad knows, ere Molochy7
wars bring the devil era, a slip of the time between a date and a8
ghostmark, rived by darby's chilldays embers, spatched fun9
Juhn that dandyforth, from the night we are and feel and fade10
with to the yesterselves we tread to turnupon.11
    But, boy, you did your strong nine furlong mile in slick and 12
slapstick record time and a farfetched deed it was in troth, cham-13
pion docile, with your high bouncing gait of going and your14
feat of passage will be contested with you and through you, for15
centuries to come. The phaynix rose a sun before Erebia sank his16
smother! Shoot up on that, bright Bennu bird! Va faotre!17
Eftsoon so too will our own sphoenix spark spirt his spyre18
and sunward stride the rampante flambe. Ay, already the19
sombrer opacities of the gloom are sphanished! Brave footsore20
Haun! Work your progress! Hold to! Now! Win out, ye divil ye!21
The silent cock shall crow at last. The west shall shake the east22
awake. Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfast-23
bringer, morroweth whereon every past shall full fost sleep.24