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LVII
Degas's Rehearsal
Your classes
Nothing teach:

Your words can't reach
Th'World's asses

who will ALL still
laugh at the gist

Although you will
persist
following after Th'Sands that fall & rise

sweeping over endless gloom
like an Arab with quiet eyes
looking on his shifting Tomb...

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