To lift a weight so heavy
Sisiphus, would take your courage
Even though I've heart for the task
Art is long, and time is short
Far from celebrated tombs
Towards my isolated grave
My heart like a broken drum
Goes beating out funeral marches
Many a jewel buried sleeps
In shadows and neglect
Far, far from picks and probes
Many a flower pours out in regret
Its perfume, sweet as a secret
In solitude profound.
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