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In the rustle of gentle geniality, | In the rustle of gentle geniality, | ||
On the far shore of pitch-black night, | On the far shore of pitch-black night, | ||
Alone but | Alone but kept awake is the light. | ||
You | You're the tidings of hope in broken hearts... | ||
In | In mouths of red-faced babes, the pacifier. | ||
On | On all profligate or needy bosoms, | ||
You confer the pleasure of acquisition. | You confer the pleasure of acquisition. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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