Abruptly the men entered the vigilant party,
Forsaking their sport and keeping chalices
That roam the islands of despair,
For to drink is to be fairy,
The best of the best and the very better.
Noses are seen with their eyes and ears,
Installed by the chiefs of sorrow,
Perched there by the veins and toil,
Tubs of cream are again vomited
To see the odyssey speak once more.
I see the hooks and other hooks
Become a part of me once more,
May the weed of the grassland
Subjugate fires and all hazards.
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