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 When all the lights are lost and done, when all the skies are broken,

Above the ruin of the stars my soul shall sit in state,

With a brain made rich, with the irrevocable sunsets,

And a closed heart happy in the fullness of a fate.

So you have gained the golden crowns and grasped the golden weather,

The kingdoms and the hemispheres that all men buy and sell,

But I will lash the leaping drum and swing the flaring feather,

For the light of seven heavens that are lost to me like hell.