Spare me the leisure
For I am far from fond of comfort
Take down the rows of China
Bring the lilacs from the garden
Put the curtains out to dry
Let the fire simmer freely
Open all the windows
Hang the birdcage from the ceiling
Pour the garlic from the chalice
Stamp my letters with the date
And please be sure to listen
To not a word of what I say
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