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Some Sisyphus now struggles up
the hill,
And still not see his grueling tortureend;
Some Jack now falls from having failed ..
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Heaven shines above
us,
Hell is hot below.
Both are all around
us,
Ev’rywhere we
go.
We’re ange..
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If I could any animal
Become postmortem, I
Would like to be a
fish, and drift
About low tides and
high.
Th..
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A passerby throughout
society;
A silhouette without
variety;
A phantom blank in
reason, bland in rhyme;
A so..
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Like shadows walk we through a
listless life:
We rouse and rise as morning
claims the sky,
And wander aimlessly th..
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By fifteen stars
across the darkened sky
The fate and features
of mid-Autumn born
Are firmly marked, and
throug..
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En la penumbra de la noche, Within the half-light of the night,
Sin alegría, sin amor. Delight declining by..
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Amidst the dismal alleys,
And the melancholy streets;
Against the bitter batters
Of foul tricks and feigning treats;
W..
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Twenty-two bottles
Aligned on the bar.
Twenty-two mottles
Of dottles and tar.
Twenty-two handles
Of d..
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Rolling with the night tram,
Tolling with the tam-tam,
The weight of the bagel with jujube yam jam
Churning in the di..
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