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Nicholas looks best equestrian:
In triumph, swords crossed above his head.
Cantering aslant across the dead,
He rides beyond our eyes pedestrian.
Open-handed, he fills his board with treasure;
Light-hearted, he has a will like steel.
All wish this apparition weren't real.
Still, Nicholas enjoys his complex pleasure.
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