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![]() For I am weary of the weight of time. |
![]() And yet, and yet, Is this my dream, or the truth? |
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![]() And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and their pride; I made it out of a mouthful of air, Their children's children shall say they have lied. |
![]() Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed. |
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![]() Man has created death. |
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![]() They find there what they planted and what dug, A Lake of Spaces, and a Wood of Nothing, And wander there and drift, and never cease Wailing for substance. |
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![]() A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot, Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! The beggars have changed places but the lash goes on. |
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