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Nihil

Nihil the painting merely said
A frame of gold bodes heart of nil
These noble locks upon the rim
Are full of God, and death, and nil

For hours I just stared at the great Nihil
Lamenting upon those I do love still
They all now lived into seas of nil
Behind that tarnished opal of a seal

So heed do pay when sick and ill
And stare not at what's not real
Much less for nil hold any zeal
But shun all art that speaks Nihil

  


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