Ye have heard how Marsyas,
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In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,—
When the great god's back was turned;
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
So it was with those I loved
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In the years ere I loved thee.
Many a saying sounds like truth,
Until Truth itself is heard.
Many a beauty only lives
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In the shadow of the god.