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THE SONNET LIVES, by                    
First Line: It lives - the magic lamp some genius wrought
Last Line: To find one molded with less artifice.
Subject(s): Sonnet (as Literary Form)


It lives -- the magic lamp some genius wrought
In ages past to be the perfect mold.
Its body bears the test of purest gold.
More precious metals are forever sought.
Its base is two small reservoirs, one brought
To rest against the other, -- built to hold
Four each, the magic wicks, the whole to fold
On unions on each base, securely caught.
No other than the finest oil can bring
The light reflecting credit justly due
A vessel quite so excellent as this.
The oil must be distilled, else failure's sting
Will turn the user toward some avenue
To find one molded with less artifice.





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