The sultan requires

The sultan
requires that the
air be pure,
and ’tis pleasant
for you, friend,
on your silly old sofa that
basks by the chair,
that the world and its toils,
brokers,
cheap keepsakes from brokers,
cheap keepsakes from the broken-backed
and its twopenny treasury,
wondrous to see,
that it gets what music it can.

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