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“All in one day, one man an at one blow

Brought ruin on us all. There was a boy

—Blue eyes, large limbs, were all he had to show,

You need no greater prophets to destroy.

He seemed a man asleep. Sorrow and joy

Had passed him by⁠—the dreamiest, safest man,

The most obscure, until this curse began.