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What is decadence?
Oh land of the free
That alights on the world
Next to living tree
The leaves of plenty
Doth shine from a star
Singing the love song
Of tonic sol-fa
We are but dust
On the rock strewn sand,
Reaching for stars
In the bright sky, so bland
Skipping, limping
We run the hard talk
Of five legged fishes
Trying to walk
Going up, climb high!
To descend to the deep
Oh decadence
We are but sheep
[Tony Matthews 2002]
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