They think they know what we go by.
Do they know what's underneath my skin?
Is happiness what my skin shows in my soul and I?
They think I don't mourn for what I've been!
...
The Thrill came slowly like a Boom for
Centuries delayed
Its fitness growing like the Flood
In sumptuous solitude-
The desolations only missed
While Rapture changed its Dress
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