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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Man against the Sky by Edwin Arlington Robinson: So there she waits, and while she lives,
And death forgets, and faith forgives,
Her memories go foraging
For bits of childhood song they treasure.
And like a giant harp that hums
On always, and is always blending
The coming of what never comes
With what has past and had an ending,
The City trembles, throbs, and pounds
Outside, and through a thousand sounds
The small intolerable drums
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