The world is a vast and wondrous place,
Full of sights and sounds to fill the eye.
But no matter where I roam or race,
My heart belongs to you and cannot die.
...
Toil and grow rich,
What's that but to lie
With a foul witch
And after, drained dry,
To be brought
To the chamber where
Lies one long sought
With despair?
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