If only my body had no need of sleep, Unceasingly, I would write poetry The fragrance of my words like potpourri, Stirring the angels to weep. * Why do I waste my time? Arranging words in symmetry, Guaranteeing poverty and obscurity, On such a trivial pastime. * I will stop writing today alas, No wait, I'll stop tomorrow, First let me express my sorrow, In a touching epitaph.
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