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The top becomes the bottom
The fantasy becomes reality
The conceptions change
The landmarks dissolve
And all becomes intermingled
To flirt with the despicable In a trance without end
Where the ice burns Like glowing embers
And where one shatters by fits
And starts of *** The morale of men
Serve another god Lose another dream
Sentiments imprison and leave Their victims without defence
Love is a poison which Flourishes in the heart of the weak
From the lower world, we direct The attraction of the distasteful
Makes us ignore the vile
Since only from below Can one better see the heights