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Are those my eyes so haunted by this mirror?
Too vile stands my heart upon the world, I do not want my mind to poison forth The ignorance of man, My dreams are flowers in a graveyard, Though flowers live, they too may die, The hand that wrote, the broken heart One by one, time after time And live I once for once I die My body’s the wind and the wine Shivers the night in its tale Far sails the ship of your life… ……………………………………….. For it sails in the ocean of man.
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