All I own is hurting me
Unknown, unshown, inscribed in me
A picture perfect phantasy
A veil to hide iniquity
Unscrupulous, unconscious bound
It flicks from eye to mouth to sound
The clanging silver, Pence and Pounds
To which our hopes revolve around
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Perfectly musical and exquisitely rhythmic. Every line sings.