It is time immemorial
Evincing accolades
For the fevers of corruption
Laud loud a reverie.
Moods born
In the laps of ecstasy
Unknown to ivory towers
Buried deep in dry wears.
Gales of happiness
Embrace limbs of loneliness
Sometimes tottering
Through done wisdom.
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