Like mountains and dun shores that watch the waves,
and sunrise now evading sunsets rays,
not much more lunatic in life than knaves
I work to bring a monarch a bright day.
You spend your time in strange places unseen,
and fill your bank accounts from outer space.
I do not know what you hide thoroughly-
an unfamiliar but friendly face.
Cars, jewelry, clothes, the gaudy bits of pomp
that I now hold in my large hand so tight
diminish not the joy of this sweet romp.
I can dream of you beside me each night
for as long as the glass holds its glitt'ring glow,
and the small blade breaks the ground from below.
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