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As a child, I went dreaming
of Koh-i-noor,
Persian and papal sumptuousness,
Heliogabalus and Sardanapalus!
Underneath roofs of gold my
desire
Created, to sounding musics, amid spices,
Ceaseless harems, physical paradises!
Today, calmer and not less
ardent,
But knowing life and that one must bend,
I've had my fine madness to fend,
Without resigning myself too much for all that.
Fine! the grandiose eludes my
famishment,
But, fie on the nice and the glass's end!
And a woman who's pretty I hate without end,
Assonant rhyme and the friend that is prudent.
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