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If dreams could change the facts, my rhyme
Might better be understood.
For then I'd write of things divine,
And portray man as being good.
But I can paint but what I see,
Though my desires might change the scene,
For all sweet thoughts that dwell in me
See a world that is obscene.
Should I pretend? Promote the lie?
Dwell in a false world of belief?
I'd rather mock this God and die
Beside the murdered thief
Who must have asked the reason why
His poor life was so brief.
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