More brain, O Lord, more brain!
More brain, O Lord, more brain!
Such love I prize not, madam: by your leave,
The game you play at is not to my mind.
On a starred night Prince Lucifer uprose, Tired of his dark dominion swung the fiend ... He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Around the ancient track marched, rank on rank, The army of unalterable law.
Constantly just to herself, mind This is the quality of true passion.
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