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You saw it rise, I see it set, that sun,
The bright aubade, the serenade's dying fall,
Between us, brother, we have seen it all.
What was it worth, now all is said and done,
The great Romantic theme:
My heart laid bare?
One thing, like Ozymandias, they forgot:
To make it worth the trouble, someone must care
To watch Narcissus give himself a hug
Or Onan practise on his magic flute.
Now as the stars light up, for better or worse
Time throws away the key that locked those smug
Museums of self-regard, the universe
Expands, but something's slimy underfoot.
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Les Epaves:
Le Goucher du Soleil Romantique.
