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have crept back in time, disillusioned,
And seen myself grow and decay, Like so many violets that withered, I’ve seen in their hollowness beauty, That never was wanton to stay. A young and absurd world I lived in, Another I live in but still, In youth I had something of violets, Who’s perfume is rotting and fowl, Beneath this bubbling ill. |
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