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From yon den of double-dealing
With its Devil's host,
Come I, maddened out of healing.
All is lost.
With its Devil's host,
Come I, maddened out of healing.
All is lost.
So the false wine cannot blind me,
Nor the braggart toast,
But I know that Hell doth bind me;
All is lost.
Nor the braggart toast,
But I know that Hell doth bind me;
All is lost.
Where the lavish gain attracts us,
And the easy cost,
While the damning dicer backs us,
All is lost.
And the easy cost,
While the damning dicer backs us,
All is lost.
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Blest the rustic in his furrows,
Toil and sweat-embossed;
Blest are honest souls in sorrows:
All is lost.
Toil and sweat-embossed;
Blest are honest souls in sorrows:
All is lost.
Wifely love, the closer clinging
When men need thee most,
Shall I come, dishonor bringing?
All is lost.
When men need thee most,
Shall I come, dishonor bringing?
All is lost.
Babe in silken cradle lying,
To low music tossed,
Will they wake thee for my dying?
All is lost.
To low music tossed,
Will they wake thee for my dying?
All is lost.
Yonder, where the river grimly
Whitens like a ghost,
Must I plunge and perish dimly:
All is lost.
Whitens like a ghost,
Must I plunge and perish dimly:
All is lost.
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