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An Immorality

 Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land, There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet, Though rose-leaves die of grieving, Than do high deeds in Hungary To pass all men's believing.

Poem by Ezra Pound
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