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Drunken Morning

Rating: 2.9
Oh, my Beautiful! Oh, my Good!
Hideous fanfare where yet I do not stumble!
Oh, rack of enchantments!
For the first time, hurrah for the unheard-of work,
For the marvelous body! For the first time!
It began with the laughter of children, and there it will end.
This poison will stay in our veins even when, as the fanfares depart,
We return to our former disharmony.
Oh, now, we who are so worthy of these tortures!
Let us re-create ourselves after that superhuman promise
Made to our souls and our bodies at their creation:
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gene1 10 January 2020
Nobody can read poetry more beautifully than a robot! lol
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Chris Robideaux 23 February 2015
One of Arthur's very best compositions.
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