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<poem> Three men were sitting at a table long, In jollity they cheered their wants with word, The first man said, “of wealth I sing my song” for coins, I wish to place upon her gird; The next, he laughed and said, “I think it wise,” to wish for deeds of great to win her heart;” The last, he sighed and said, “I know it dies, I wish to own her grace, my life to start.”

But I, I wished for that which praised is not, And that which spureth hearts of steel to scorn by those whom wishist for a greater lot, They know not moon which raisest all forlorn.

And thus I wished, but neither fate nor force, Can alter human form to that of horse. </poem>

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