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| ARTIFICE AND REALITY _________________________________________________________________ THAT SOLDIER that lay slain I would wager he volunteered his life Authentic, not feigned. His mother never again will he greet, The blood on his hands is The colour of human defeat ON THE Orient Express, passengers sleep Speeding away to some glorious mental highway Where reality fails to leap THE YANGTZE River finds you, the peasant staring down at the yellow the yellow... These floods and famines murdered the family of some poor fellow. "MY LADY's father? My lord's knave!" So wrote that great literary master O I am enamoured, lost, captured FLEEING and Hunting and Hunting and Fleeing Did you ever think of seeing what was unseeming? ORNAMENTAL and sentimental, tis the mentality The difference between sentimental and sentimentality Here lies you Ensnared in the gulf between ARTIFICE and Reality. |
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