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Bell the centaur if you can;
Ride the horse, amuse the man—
Still your government must be
Anxiously equestrian.

For the hoofs must have their hill;
Human wish and stallion will
Clash, but do not disagree
Long: the hoofs cannot stand still.

Half-passenger, half-Pan,
Bell the centaur if you can—
Still your government must be
Desperately pedestrian.
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