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Man never knows precisely what is right;
— So torn between a purpose and a doubt,
He first makes windows to let in the light
— And then hangs curtains up to shut it out.

Man never knows precisely what is right;
— So torn between a purpose and a doubt,
He first makes windows to let in the light
— And then hangs curtains up to shut it out.
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