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Loud chatter in a thousand minor lines / Was your religion, and your art was pain / Disguised by phrases of verbose disdain.
You married an old man who gave you wines / Lukewarm and pink, until your tipsy youth, / Grown weary of evading sensual lies, / Ran to idiot-Pierrot whose cries / Created that delusion known as truth.