Yet long in talk
A character of someone's play
A child long gone astray
This, dedicated amiss
Paid - but nothing saved.
Mistakenly right, at such a height
Run away, so hard a weight
Waited in silence, no violence
Never found, but still around,
Lost in noise, but left a choice.
Described as a saint, nearly to faint
Gone, no one knows - as it shows
No proof of existence, but a strong resistance
No worse or better, but want of the latter.
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