The Most Serene Republic
neurasthenia
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It was in a room fiction
One beat to the bed
Mystery at my slave
Give my chains some keys, dear
Reality is crumbling
(From)
Misuse, misuse
Oh, can't you see that efficiency can't free you
To dash the corpus with duo
Be L but in binding Y instead
Into foolishness I go
Far from impulse and out
To neurasthenia for all