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LABYRINTH
- The
house is dim and silent day and night
- Even when the Sun is bright,
- Loneliness follows as my own shadow
- It is dreary as Moscow’s winter snow
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- Looking
for that Daffodil that can’t be found
- In the clay pot or on the naked ground,
- A world where many hedge on savvy
- I am numbered with the daffy
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- In
my mind is this constant daemon
- A plague that’s worse than mammon,
- Constantly surrounded side by side
- From it, I cannot hide
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- Intrinsically
immersed with pain
- My spirit begins to wane,
- Faint is my hope for daedal
- I may yet see it, but when immortal!
