I sought after luxury
For fear of a life of penury
The chase was not' but vanity
Much ado for futility
For I had by me from the very start
Free luxuries for all to cart
I was blind with a perfect vision
Everything is luxury for men without illusion
The little free things of life at which we hissed
Are laps of luxury that are never missed
Until they are lavished
Ebbed away and vanished
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