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Is this our one life’s goal? To reach an Eden hard to find, Perchance it’s easier for peace of mind. Could we but retain our youth? Ne’er to hate or be uncouth, Never to have loved or thought, To lie, to cheat, or to have thought. Never to have made a choice, And in...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/philips_experiences/528955"><title>The Duel</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/philips_experiences/528955</link><description>Standing before me His sword in hand, The finest swordsman In this land. My dearest friend So straight and tall, Tis he she loves Above men all. Watching silently A rose in her hand, The finest lady In this land. My dearest love My fate on her breath, Will she turn her back? 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