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First Line: This one would build a realm of dreams
Last Line: Among the isles of weir.


This one would build a realm of dreams
Where men like thoughts had wings,
A cloistered world of wood and stone
To house the king of kings.
Alas, alas for mortal clay
That seeks release from strife.
A thousand doors has monster death
For letting out his life.
No battlement can banish fate,
It lays its hand on kings --
Entombs the one who would escape
By vain imaginings.

"Away, my boy, before too late,
Desist the isle of Weir.
The emerald waters lap too sweet
Upon its banks so near.
The perfumed zephyrs soon will cease
And on you cannot go,
Of slothfulness you will decay
And death shall be your woe."
So hastily I put to sea
Betwixt the banks so near
To journey over but nevermore
Among the isles of Weir.





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