Within my cave at night I sit
And light the lantern of my wit
To cogitate upon my ways
And solve the riddles of my days.
Beneath the cave a casket lies,
With precious hopes and dreams inside.
To dig it out, one needs the zeal
One used to have when life was real.
And light the lantern of my wit
To cogitate upon my ways
And solve the riddles of my days.
Beneath the cave a casket lies,
With precious hopes and dreams inside.
To dig it out, one needs the zeal
One used to have when life was real.
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