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On every hand beset
It seems we're trapped, and yet
Even now it's not too late
To try and outwit fate.

Who cowers in skulking dread
Of death's already dead.
While there's a breath or glisk
Of light let's take the risk.

Better to bolt and run
And chance the random gun
Than wait in huddled fear
The red-eyed ferret here.
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