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Moon! Moon! I Am Prone Before You. Pity Me,and Drench Me In Loneliness.

Time! Joyless Emblem Of The Greed Of Millions, Robber Of The Best Which Earth Can Give.

Not A Softness Anywhere About Me, Only Whalebone And Brocade.

I Shall Go Up And Down In My Gown. Gorgeously Arrayed, Boned And Stayed.

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