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I’ve no taste now to introduce

The topic that revolves my mind

– Nay, not a topic; there’s no kind

Of order governing the loose,

The sultry, savage, things I find.


For in my skull there lurks a mist

Which cankers every spark of thought,

Which knows but miseries forgot,

And succours sins I would resist,

And cheapens triumphs I have sought.



Makes me think that ...

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