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XCIX
When I give up the helm I know that the time has come
for thee to take it. What there is to do will be instantly done.
Vain is this struggle.
Then take away your hands and silently put up with your defeat,
my heart, and think it your good fortune to sit perfectly still
where you are placed.
These my lamps are blown out at every little
puff of wind, and
trying to light them I forget all else again and again.
But I shall be wise this time and wait in the dark, spreading my
mat on thefioor; and whenever it is thy pleasure, my lord, come
silently and take thy seat here.
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