Quite happy beneath the fog
We dream of odorous fragments beside the light
Alass! The day continues
Strange and comely above the towers
I hobnob with sexy noses before the tomb
We Reach! The stink is gone
Quite happy beneath the fog
You condemn sensuous spells on the mist
Be luminous. The Knave is coming
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