If age should care
To race me I would lose,
But if it turns to face
Me, and so chose
Not to replace
Me with fresh news,
I would approve.
But so far in resurgence
I have failed
To catch the eye of servants
Of the tale,
And emergence
Is in the sails
That sweep away,
And my unspent
Appearance on the ship
For all intents
And purpose will eclipse
The summed events
Along the trip
Exhibited.
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