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[There is a limit to the weight,]
There is a limit to the weight
I bear without a word
Not so unlike the fragile nest
Contains the tiny bird,
Or the nail sure within the wall,
That lonely, holds the frame
But burdened still, without a thought,
Or thanks thereof the same.
There is a lot within this life
That some have failed to see,
Who dine upon the honey sweet,
Yet never bless the bee.