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Where did the lantern go? 

I think I dropped it over the cliff.

There was no pattern to my steps. 

I zig-zagged across the mist.

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I am an intelligentsia 

My eyes—for now—were my lantern

But I don’t have knowledge,

Of the real, sacred lantern.

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In my soul is the real magic

But where did my magic go?

I worked the fire well 

But the fire worked me so.

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I roll in my poor, dead grave

For where did the eyes go? 

Around me wore glasses,

Glasses made of stone. 

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So where did the lantern go?

I didn’t drop it over the cliff

Instead, I closed my eyes

Then I fell over the cliff.