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The Hesitant Heart
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Talisman
He
was
a
little
boy
and
gentle,
With
the
dim
look
in
his
eyes
Of
one
accustomed
to
a
temple
And
speech
there
with
the
wise.
He
went
the
adventurous
way
of
beauty
And
passed
unharmed
without
distress,
And
learned
a
secret
for
unlocking
The
spells
of
ugliness.
He
knew,
like
someone
in
a
legend,
The
magic
in
the
lowliest
things,
That
stones
are
golden
coaches
really,
And
frogs
are
fairy
kings.
So
when
Death
came,
he
saw
her
coming
With
a
tall
star
in
her
hand,
And
turned
from
life
as
from
enchantment
At
the
waving
of
her
wand.
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