All Nature's sights a waste
Flowers! For defect-filled eyes
All its fragrance a waste
Choked by their smoke it dies
All its taste a waste
A blacksmith to their swords
All its music a waste
Ears too shaken to turn towards
All its softness a waste
By pinky's touch erased
All the World's a waste
Monkeys in a palace placed
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