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great people die by making no fuss, ordinary people cry and make out fuss, but let us not make any of the either, No flood of tears too.   Earthquakes bring up destruction, and men calculate deaths,
First I hated Donne But now I can't help but to strive to emulate
  Folly then, not folly now Earth about the sun revolves Aristarchus, show us how Minds resist yet thought evolves Puzzle through the paths so cryptic Crossing orbit and ecliptic Or lean
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