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I have crept back in time, disillusioned,
And seen myself grow and decay,
Like so many violets that withered,
Ive 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,
Whos perfume is rotting and fowl,
Beneath this bubbling ill.

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