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I've
lapped enough of tireness,
I cancelled all I swore,
Became as drunk and lazy
As my shame forbade befare.
And graciously kneeling
I was imploring lovely cupid
Just to set me on my feet
When i'm losing my religion.
But he was napping in the hugs of grief
Around him and over me,
There was a flock of night-black owls
To blind my eyes with drowsy down...
But suddenly under the vault
Of stuffiness a patch of light
Appeared - a breath of love caprice,
A portent of some brand-new birth,
It gave a start to God,
It gave a rise to me,
A brand-new way to go.
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