As it may, the past be known?

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<poem> As it may, the little blue bird waits with anticipation for his mother's morsel, one which nature hath bequeathed in her effort and exertion. As it may, the lines of kings and stewards dwindle in the days of remembrance, knowing not the times of the past, the toil and the success, but always striving for memory.

As it may, the little blue bird falls from branch and plummets to the grown, toiling in the midst of an unknown earth. As it may, some fall and some live, some live and some die. As it may, a rock is only a rock, and a twig only a twig. As it may, a blade is only a blade, and a dagger only dagger, a wounding weapon, emancipator of the soul, inflictor of pain, Or can it be something else? Can a dagger...

...be a tool?

Can a human...

...be horse? </poem>

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