These riches
These feelings, I sailed on
Of solid gold, held so, these eyes
To gloat in the gains
Created in bricks of sweat
Of yesterdays
Now seem
Mirages of castles, golden
Made in heated vapor
I believed, to gain
Gain I did
But another sunrise
to pray
Gain I did
But another hour
to write
Gain I did
But another thought
to shape
Gain I did
But another day
to work
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