How lives he?
Whose dead from the soul
How lives he?
Whose mind grew old
How lives he?
Who burns constantly by cold
How lives he?
Whose touch doth ne'er
produce midas' gold
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Human Nature
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How lives he?
Whose dead from the soul
How lives he?
Whose mind grew old
How lives he?
Who burns constantly by cold
How lives he?
Whose touch doth ne'er
produce midas' gold
