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He had a whim and laughed it out
 * Upon the exit of a chance;

He floundered in a sea of doubt—
 * If life was real—or just romance.

Sometimes upon his brow would come
 * A little pucker of defiance;

He totalled in a word the sum
 * Of all man made of facts and science.