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a poem
And when but come the ends of days
What will be your traipse
As each one strays in daze then pays
Unlived then pray to test the way
Tested fray earth constrained
Refracted causes spurs complaints
Conjectures strained like being saints
And gold and diamond even taints
Who are those are deeply taught
Architects in deed and thought
And lost are those falsely fraught
Ego led say they can’t be bought
Can’t be bought a common retort
Among those whose wise consort
Is a proving ground and place to be
Imperial just as it’s time to flee
Stand your ground it can’t be won
Take your chances you’re its sum
It’s so deep — well it’s deep for some
As we finally choose as one
The crown, the corona, the coronas sake
Down at heal in the heart ‘s at stake
Take to the battlements but weary make
Corrupted remedy a delayed escape
The chances chanced it goes to some
Each boy, girl, woman and everyone
If only we had seen it come
We’d have known exactly what to’ve done
