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Go, yon duckling. O piteous creature, tomorrow the sun rises again, and with it descend the harsh rays upon your cracked and weathered skin. Come night sidles cold like a phantom betwixt your yellow feathers. Day and day again, unrelenting, not once tired to refrain.

Yet march! March on! Though upon the pale moon reflects not the shadow of civil progress, march on. March upon webbed feet not suited to your task. March though your brethren snatch bread between your beak. March!

One day you must procreate. Then perish, content. If not that, then nothing.

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