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If Only
i cared for the liquid spirits
i could soak in the mind of forgetfulness
and drink to a happy monument of no important
but a lass
i have no fix
to comfort me
i am sober and weak
to all i see
and mobbed to my own execution
i see no hope for the knowing
for the power is in the doing,
and the teaching of minds
that is to be blind to there own I's (eyes) of being true
who will suffer in the most of times
for there eyes see,
what the do not
my eyes saw
what my mind, could not or would not believe
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