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Edwin Arlington Robinson - The World
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Some are the brothers of all humankind, 
And own them, whatsoever their estate; 
And some, for sorrow and self-scorn, are blind 
With enmity for man`s unguarded fate. 

For some there is a music all day long 
Like flutes in Paradise, they are so glad; 
And there is hell`s eternal under-song 
Of curses and the cries of men gone mad. 

Some say the Scheme with love stands luminous, 
Some say `t were better back to chaos hurled; 
And so `t is what we are that makes for us 
The measure and the meaning of the world.
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