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After we had sought the gold with all our haste And aced the valleys that were trap-laced; The asylum of my spoiled head, I paced: I fought my foes and yet was graced, By new demons, the agéd replaced.
Embedded in my own new chaos, I waste« Roots of bliss must be retraced, For deep in memory these must be placed And then onto my heart, I must paste: These happy victories against ghouls we faced.
The sparkles of my mind involuntarily raced; And for their destruction, were they braced; Until it was inspected, what I had chased« It was then that I decided to look to the Fates: I have acquired you« my acquired taste.