Is useless, yet I do it still;
It will erupt against my will
And yet I hold the notion dear
For should those thoughts now disappear
Although I claim to have my fill
Of them, I think that it might kill
My only pleasure. It is queer
To see a fault and know, once fixed,
A greater fault will feel revealed;
So wish and pain are intermixed
And in their mixture jointly sealed
So that should either one be nixed
The other would then have no shield.
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