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Was there a time
when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses
could stay their troubles?

There was a time
they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot
on their track.
Under the arc of the sky
they are unsafe.

What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns
they who have no arms
have cleanest hands,
and,
as the heartless ghost

Alone's unhurt,
so the blind man
sees best.

Dylan Thomas