Help me find you,
Show me where you are.
And help me be too,
What to be to take things far.
For I need to confide,
That I have become convinced,
Of the timely great divide,
That the question comes betwinced.
And the question asks for nothing,
But turns to cut entranced,
The bastion of proportion,
Of the potion’s poured romance.
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