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mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
passing through huddled and ugly walls
he'd even have his joke
the lightning flashed, and lifted
the sun is up
and breaketh bread no more
through the broad earth's aching breast
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
this ancient silver bowl of mine

 



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