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You'll take my tale with a little salt;
But it needs none, nevertheless
I was foiled completely - fair at fault -Disheartened, too,
I confess

I fled Him, down the nights and down the days;
I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter
Up vistaed hopes I s...