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Men who have secrets in their doleful eyes,

Which speak of old misfortune and of danger,

May sweet contentment deftly advertise,

While to their hearts it doth remain a stranger.

And though they don fulfilment’s drapery

And fill an office in some gleaming tower

And smoke and drink and do adultery,

They still doth dread the self-reflecting hour.

O Don, thy name’s a fraud, thy home a shambles;

Thou art aware the future is not thine,

But rather Peggy’s, Sally’s and Pete Campbell’s,

Who thee observe as looks and lungs decline.

Too well thou knowest where thy soul doth dwell:

Life’s changeless, ever-changing carousel.