Sightless am I, cadaver born.
By critics pen my task is torn.
Remanents that once were principles
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
By critics pen my task is torn.
Remanents that once were principles
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
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