And tried myself to keep refined
So many things passed
So many things happened
The wave of winds
And the tide of water
Tell me in my ear
A few of – – I lost
A lot of things I gained
But at last, poverty comes
In between me and my love
Yet I remain cling – – – –
As bugs to the skin
For I have seen in it
All the meanings of – – – –
So, like a Dwarves
of a hill , I shout
Refinement, refinement

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