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What do I own save my heart's content and joy
And must I well tend to seek a gentler thought?
Have I earned not liberation, but destroyed
The last pieces of my mind while so distraught?

My efforts with vague charms have given me strength
With haunting questions that come in great supply
Although with selfishness of tremenduous length
Provokingly demanding my final try.

What do I own now but great grief and deceit?
Must I tend to gather the falling merits?
Do I reckon well the perils I shall meet?

Will the stars ever admit to my escape?
To recall me until those uncertain times
Must anyone remember my hollow shape?