I have tasted from golden cups.
As the city around me fell.
In coloured eyes I saw the sea and the sky beneath me swell.
I have lived and be damned.
For the lost dreams like sand.
Slip through my fingers like Sunday afternoons.
Yet this example of perseverance.
Sticks, despite interference, from the voices all around.
With my notions of happiness.
Of everything, and virtue; still to be found.
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