Unity
Space is ample, east and west, But two cannot go abreast, Cannot travel in it two: Yonder masterful cuckoo Crowds every egg out of the nest, Quick or dead, except its own; A spell is laid on sod and stone, Night and day were tampered with, Every quality and pith Surcharged and sultry with a power That works its will on age and hour.
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