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He fought like those Who've nought to lose
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use
Invited d**h—with bold attempt
But d**h was Coy of Him
As Other Men, were Coy of d**h
To Him—to live—was Doom
His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes
When Gusts reverse the Snow
But He—was left alive Because
Of Greediness to die