had we conquered overtly, there would be a price on our heads, had we conquered outrightly, all we'd have left would be would be's, had we also siezed the night, there would be no diem to carpe, just us and a sharpie, dead poets form anarchy, and society demands obedience from us, the mundane and tedious, no thanks ...
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