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No time to change
The backward look
It's much too late
My gentle book
Too late to make
The men ashamed
For what they do
With naked flames
Too late to fall
Upon my sword
I have no sword
It's 2005
How dare I care
What's on my plate
O gentle book
You're much too late
You missed the point
Of poetry
It's all about them
Not about me