A faraway tree,with a faraway Castle..Treasure troves by the gallon..Paper Sesterii,Glass gemstones,bronze gold, Copper Diamonds..I picked 'em up,and loaded 'em In..The sacks I conjured..The Pictures on the wall of greying Infants,they screamed to me,"Lay down Coward,You see not the trickery?"..I let out a resounding High-pitched sound..You'll never catch me now..I've got away with it..I'm rich and I'm Debauched,I'm Wholly Unsound..I'll get away with all..I'll do,You'll see...
And then I started,I saw the smoke,it Came from my head..As I dozed and the candle communed with my hair,and I felt repugnance..My own torrid desires,flashed to me in a dream,Licking My temples..
Yet the glow remained,reflected in the dying embers of an orange-blue sooty taper,I saw the pallor,saw a gleam of that consumption that made me human...Saw those dreams of lust and suddenness, Which the candle now told me were real..
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