The mystic poetry,
The broken glass,
The brittle iron
And the damaged vase
The wandering eyes,
The deep gaze,
The thorny rose
Lost in a maze
The clutter of silence,
The stillness of noise,
The smartness of ears,
And the dumbness of voice
The stagnant crowd,
The mad solitude,
The feeble might
Around impavid fortitude
The elegance of furor,
The poise in brawls,
The beauty of scars
And the love for flaws
Light in the night,
Darkness in the day,
Unconventionally conventional
Is a rebel's way!
The broken glass,
The brittle iron
And the damaged vase
The wandering eyes,
The deep gaze,
The thorny rose
Lost in a maze
The clutter of silence,
The stillness of noise,
The smartness of ears,
And the dumbness of voice
The stagnant crowd,
The mad solitude,
The feeble might
Around impavid fortitude
The elegance of furor,
The poise in brawls,
The beauty of scars
And the love for flaws
Light in the night,
Darkness in the day,
Unconventionally conventional
Is a rebel's way!
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