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There never know the bliss of being free,
There live in abject slavery forlorn,
And, as the good man's detestation, be
Thy own confusion and the rascal's scorn.
There live in abject slavery forlorn,
And, as the good man's detestation, be
Thy own confusion and the rascal's scorn.
| The Fall of Lucifer | |