If Your Nerve, Deny You

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If your Nerve, deny you-
Go above your Nerve-
He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve-

That's a steady posture-
Never any bend
Held of those Brass arms-
Best Giant made-

If your Soul seesaw-
Lift the Flesh door-
The Poltroon wants Oxygen-
Nothing more-

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