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Untitled ED related poem. (NUMBERS mentioned)
Trembling cold, and fear surrounds me,
Under my feet the judge of all,
A tempting song it sings to me,
And I cannot resist its call.
One hundred and four pounds it reads.
Bliss, rapture, joy without measure!
But only for a moment, then,
Tis gone, tis lost, no more pleasure.
Darkness engulfs me once again.
'Tis not enough, this now I know,
Mine eyes doth see too solid flesh,
All cursd, vile, and all on show.
My mind does move to my new goal,
Ninety-eight, how sweet that doth sound!
How those numbers roll off my tongue,
And I sink hopeful to the ground.
The twinkle in mine eyes is lost.
But I go on, at any cost.
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