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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Room 7: The Coco-Fiend</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look at no one, me;<br>I pass them on the stair;<br>Shadows! I don't see;<br>Shadows! everywhere.<br>Haunting, taunting, staring, glaring,<br>Shadows! I don't care.<br>Once my room I gain<br>Then my life begins.<br>Shut the door on pain;<br>How the Devil grins!<br>Grin with might and main;<br>Grin and grin in vain;<br>Here's where Heav'n begins:<br>Cocaine! Cocaine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A whiff! Ah, that's the thing.<br>How it makes me gay!<br>Now I want to sing,<br>Leap, laugh, play.<br>Ha! I've had my fling!<br>Mistress of a king<br>In my day.<br>Just another snuff . . .<br>Oh, the blessed stuff!<br>How the wretched room<br>Rushes from my sight;<br>Misery and gloom<br>Melt into delight;<br>Fear and death and doom<br>Vanish in the night.<br>No more cold and pain,<br>I am young again,<br>Beautiful again,<br>Cocaine! Cocaine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, I was made to be good, to be good,<br>For a true man's love and a life that's sweet;<br>Fireside blessings and motherhood.<br>Little ones playing around my feet.<br>How it all unfolds like a magic screen,<br>Tender and glowing and clear and glad,<br>The wonderful mother I might have been,<br>The beautiful children I might have had;<br>Romping and laughing and shrill with glee,<br>Oh, I see them now and I see them plain.<br>Darlings! Come nestle up close to me,<br>You comfort me so, and you're just . . . Cocaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's Life that's all to blame:<br>We can't do what we will;<br>She robes us with her shame,<br>She crowns us with her ill.<br>I do not care, because<br>I see with bitter calm,<br>Life made me what I was,<br>Life makes me what I am.<br>Could I throw back the years,<br>It all would be the same;<br>Hunger and cold and tears,<br>Misery, fear and shame,<br>And then the old refrain,<br>Cocaine! Cocaine!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A love-child I, so here my mother came,<br>Where she might live in peace with none to blame.<br>And how she toiled! Harder than any slave,<br>What courage! patient, hopeful, tender, brave.<br>We had a little room at Lavilette,<br>So small, so neat, so clean, I see it yet.<br>Poor mother! sewing, sewing late at night,<br>Her wasted face beside the candlelight,<br>This Paris crushed her. How she used to sigh!<br>And as I watched her from my bed I knew<br>She saw red roofs against a primrose sky<br>And glistening fields and apples dimmed with dew.<br>Hard times we had. We counted every sou,<br>We sewed sacks for a living. I was quick . . .<br>Four busy hands to work instead of two.<br>Oh, we were happy there, till she fell sick. . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother lay, her face turned to the wall,<br>And I, a girl of sixteen, fair and tall,<br>Sat by her side, all stricken with despair,<br>Knelt by her bed and faltered out a prayer.<br>A doctor's order on the table lay,<br>Medicine for which, alas! I could not pay;<br>Medicine to save her life, to soothe her pain.<br>I sought for something I could sell, in vain . . .<br>All, all was gone! The room was cold and bare;<br>Gone blankets and the cloak I used to wear;<br>Bare floor and wall and cupboard, every shelf --<br>Nothing that I could sell . . . except myself.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sought the street, I could not bear<br>To hear my mother moaning there.<br>I clutched the paper in my hand.<br>'Twas hard. You cannot understand . . .<br>I walked as martyr to the flame,<br>Almost exalted in my shame.<br>They turned, who heard my voiceless cry,<br>&quot;For Sale, a virgin, who will buy?&quot;<br>And so myself I fiercely sold,<br>And clutched the price, a piece of gold.<br>Into a pharmacy I pressed;<br>I took the paper from my breast.<br>I gave my money . . . how it gleamed!<br>How precious to my eyes it seemed!<br>And then I saw the chemist frown,<br>Quick on the counter throw it down,<br>Shake with an angry look his head:<br>&quot;Your louis d'or is bad,&quot; he said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dazed, crushed, I went into the night,<br>I clutched my gleaming coin so tight.<br>No, no, I could not well believe<br>That any one could so deceive.<br>I tried again and yet again --<br>Contempt, suspicion and disdain;<br>Always the same reply I had:<br>&quot;Get out of this. Your money's bad.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Heart broken to the room I crept,<br>To mother's side. All still . . . she slept . . .<br>I bent, I sought to raise her head . . .<br>&quot;Oh, God, have pity!&quot; she was dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That's how it all began.<br>Said I: Revenge is sweet.<br>So in my guilty span<br>I've ruined many a man.<br>They've groveled at my feet,<br>I've pity had for none;<br>I've bled them every one.<br>Oh, I've had interest for<br>That worthless louis d'or.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now it's over; see,<br>I care for no one, me;<br>Only at night sometimes<br>In dreams I hear the chimes<br>Of wedding-bells and see<br>A woman without stain<br>With children at her knee.<br>Ah, how you comfort me,<br>Cocaine! . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</a><div class=q>
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I pass them on the stair;
Shadows! I don't see;
Shadows! everywhere.
Haunting, taunting, staring, glaring,
Shadows! I don't care.
Once my room I gain
Then my life begins.
Shut the door on pain;
How the Devil grins!
Grin with ..."></div>
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