The winds stood still in solemn row,
and my eternal dance ceased its flow.
They read a page from my own light,
and all became clear to the mind's sight.
The years rolled on, nervous and unaccountable,
and like a blind man between walls,
in company with innocent grave-robbers,
I breathed in gases murderous and foul.
They reversed the poles of my own life,
and I roared with dreadful, piercing cries—
why did they leave me with open eyes
to the vain wounds of my existence's strife?
My two lovers flew far away,
they left me—Happiness, Misery.
And now I feel a new euphoria,
that cares for me, holds me from mountains high.
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