Here atop my throne of eyes
Do I ponder the taste of lyes
And here alone in tongueless abode
Does thought wander 'bout the value of gold
For I have learned the weight of want
'Round my mind does glitter taunt
And I have seen the cost of shine
Shallow desire
Oh bitter the brine!
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