I took one Draught of Life —
I’ll tell you what I paid —
Precisely an existence —
The market price, they said.
They weighed me, Dust by Dust —
They balanced Film with Film,
Then handed me my Being’s worth —
A single Dram of Heaven!
I took one Draught of Life —
I’ll tell you what I paid —
Precisely an existence —
The market price, they said.
They weighed me, Dust by Dust —
They balanced Film with Film,
Then handed me my Being’s worth —
A single Dram of Heaven!
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