That to the swampy musky earth, up flew, I fell.
Once she was of me, how full I seldom knelt.
Somewhere I gave this feeling and it's known.
For the sake of music, beat was furious fast.
So that her single eye it never once became.
His mirrors double, parts his cloudy vision.
Portent to a slight a song when coming, flew.
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