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On nature of eternal truth were there to be discourse

Sans mention of goblet and wine there is no recourse

On nature of eternal truth were there to be discourse

Sans mention of goblet and wine there is no recourse

bowing to her footsteps brought me shame I dread

I went to my rival's street standing on my head

bowing to her footsteps brought me shame I dread

I went to my rival's street standing on my head

breathe here softly as with fragility here all is fraught

in this workshop of the world where wares of glass are wrought

breathe here softly as with fragility here all is fraught

in this workshop of the world where wares of glass are wrought