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One Melody (excerpt)

Bad verse at times I write, I know;
I'm read but little luckily;
Into a dying flame I blow,
Though I'm mocked by nobility.. . . .

On my people's neck one dragon ill;
One fist about their throat is twirled;
One metre from my verse still,
One sorrow stares into the world.

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