Profitless usurer, why dost thou use
So great a sum of sums, yet canst not live
In my thoughts i have seen
rings of smoke through the trees
sometimes all of my thoughts
seem rough as the summer draughts
My soul keeps running to´rds the west
an body of tired needs no idle rest
the summer evenings still seem growing
and I here sit ,for the exams learning
I havent emptied some dull opiate
nor some red wine wilst elevate
cause a promise to the world i have made
never again youl see me drunk in the bushes laid!
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