Pity him!
Poor thing, look how well oft the others are
And you have a den
Yes, you do see the world
Stone, mildew, cold
So much the cold
The others though, so warm!
Warm as the light in Elysium which pierces the blue sky!
But who can tell the difference?
GET OUT!
You are in heaven, you just disguise it as a cave
Come out and you will see
You are aloft the clouds
Do not belie
You are jealous no doubt
But no worse
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