I onced dreamed of great beauty
Like a lamp burning in the night
My flights turned to fancy
My wonders, endless delight
The world was edged in crimson,
A bastion, a bulwark, and safe
No troubles touched or teased me
No mettle tested my faith
Then came a change and so slowly
A crack in the concrete facade
Like riven rock fording the sea
Like a wave waiting on the esplanade
Retreating to my humble cottage
In my shock, I cast down my eyes
On my bedspread, I found sitting there
On the pillow was the final prize
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