My ink (you see) is gold because

because, I must adore thee

It courseth like a poison does

because, I must adore thee

A toxic, liquid dose, would seem

elsewhere as heard, Vergiften

Contrary to a healthy scheme

But here, mein Gift Vergeben

This pen contains the Midas gift

Forever to envenom

That king who wields me has his shrift

And never shall it hurt him






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