The depth of misfortune
we must bow that it exists
It lurks in inventories
deadly dull lists
the stories told by family roles
and dim remnants of scarcity
the past erases all regrets
and casts the human tragedy
in dead exquisite reels of yarns
set to an aching hymn of joy
fit to set us back to dance
and all illusions lost destroy
what
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