Poem 132, Sonnet 67: Monody Of A Moribund Man Comments
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These dreams are bootless, all those hopes and cheers
Are purposeless, the dandy days conceived
Within my mind, confused and self-deceived,
Have dissipated... squalid souvenirs!
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