.You see me hang my spirits high
My dirty linen's out to dry
I've sought not freedom nor espy
Placating reason in the rhyme
A vindication of my crime
To ridicule the most sublime
Is an art I wish to kill
Now I'm crowning new dementia
With the thorns of yester.
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