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12658	Bierce, Ambrose	Shapes of Clay			.txt	text/plain	46788	5070	92	As thou, his soul as thine, long dead, That poet lived--yourself long dead--his mind Nay, titles, 'tis said in defense of our fair, God, lift thy hand and make us free Let Man salute the rising day Sought the great temple of the living God. The great man slowly moved away. 'Tis said they mean to take away I said: "I've seen an honest man "Young man," he said, "your words are wild: "God help you, gentle sir," I said. Saw the man in the room from across the way, God said: "Let there be Man," and from the clay "'Let there be Liberty!' God said, and, lo! "I beg you to note," said a Man to a Goose, For there's not a soul to love me and no living thing respects me, So I said: "If nothing human, and if neither man nor woman old man, just think of it! Good-bye, old man.	./cache/12658.txt	./txt/12658.txt