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the hypocritic days
i fill this cup
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i think it just splendid
doubtless i remember still
still thirteen years
mysterious night
i said
he's gone
at midnight
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
in an old chamber softly lit
now for a brisk and cheerful fight

 



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