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2. Into the body
I say, “It will cure or kill me!”
Implying how I yearn to give
To Fate’s eyes nothing else to see:
If I cannot return to live
In health then dead I’d rather be—
Please: not the third alternative!
Did the surgeons love to take me apart?
Now I am wearing their sleeve on my heart.
I’m wholehearted no more;
But when I count the parts
They sum a higher score—
Thanks to surgical arts!
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