Tremendous fortunes told
Oblivious Mountains sold
Non of which shall wither
As each grows old
A distant vail in time to see
Of omnivorous clouds
Of which have dawn upon me
So fearfully rain
Of that tears have spoken
It is so barely hidden
But in depth no one can reach
Such magic a true horror
Of unjust disluck
Penetrates every region
Almost leaving behind nothing
Except the distant chance of hope
To believe in
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