This place is damp and ghostly, i am already goneAnd the halls
were lined with the disembodiedAnd dustly wings which fell from
fleshGasplesslyAnd i go where the trees goAnd i walk from a
higher educationFor now, and for hireIt beats me but i do not
knowAnd it beats me but i do not knowIt beats me but i do not
knowI do not knowPalaces and stormcloudsThe rought straggly sage
and the smokeAnd the way it will all come togetherIn quietness,
and in timeAnd you laws of propertyOh, you free economyAnd you
unending afterthoughts;You could've told me beforeNever get
so attached to a poem, youForget truth that lacks lyricism,
andNever draw so close to the heat, thatYou will forget that you
must eat, oh
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