The years quickly went by
Until he was totally quite deaf
And then, suddenly, the years he had lived
Were more than the ones he had left
While the silence, it grew deeper
As it mingled with his fears
But in that total silence
The Muses still whispered in his ear
And from deep inside they beckoned, Dance
As they deftly wove their porcelain trance
Of Chinese silk dyed in morphine
By princesses so Bachantine

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