What then is this mystery, impenetrable and dark?
Why, without displaying its dark white sail
is any royal young skiff rigged?
Let's reverse the grief of our tears—
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Love wants to live at the expense of its sister
Friendship lives at the expense of its brother
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The scepter which is hardly revered
is only the cross of a great shrine
atop the volcano of nations!
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Oh! Honor was dripping upon your manly mustache.