Drear, though I signed up
For this. Paid up
For this, I lag. A limp
A sip, another shade-wisp
Desert's winter chill a bliss
A stirring drum beat chorus,
Times with heart thuds, jars,
A friendly shoulder by, a flash
Did I smile? Did I make the fancy
Face to show, to keep a
False-laid memory enjoyed,
Save pained intensity, what
Madness brought this anguish
Begged and traveled, cried to
Pace, to place in pointless
Phoenix race?
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