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Robert Laurence Binyon - The Paralytic
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He stands where the young faces pass and throng;
 His blank eyes tremble in the noonday sun:
 He sees all life, the lovely and the strong,
 Before him run.

 Eager and swift, or grouped and loitering, they
 Follow their dreams, on busy errands sped,
 Planning delight and triumph; but all day
 He shakes his head.
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