Sightless am I, cadaver born. By critics pen my task is torn. Remanents that once were principles Now but rags in a paupers tomb. Now but rags in a paupers tomb. Now but rags in a paupers tomb.
Sightless am I, cadaver born. By critics pen my task is torn. Remanents that once were principles Now but rags in a paupers tomb. Now but rags in a paupers tomb. Now but rags in a paupers tomb.