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Because I find, that, now my body starves,My soul decays, I don’t think as I did;My head goes round; you swim before me;My soul is like a flame unfedthat dances up and down the lamp,soon to be extinguished.
[slightly modified, hope you don’t mind] John Dryden, English poet (1631 - 1700)

Because I find, that, now my body starves,
My soul decays, I don’t think as I did;
My head goes round; you swim before me;
My soul is like a flame unfed
that dances up and down the lamp,
soon to be extinguished.

[slightly modified, hope you don’t mind]
John Dryden, English poet (1631 - 1700)

1 year ago

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