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Elegant Houses tombs of gold your beauty fails me you reek of decay and misspent fortune man has blindly pedestaled you yet you are never, ever quite complete you will always lack the beauty of life and your plushness cannot endure all time you are a limited, empty estate built by searching hands molding the wrong clay © 1974 Donna Friedrichs |
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