Azare
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Today, someone calls me a madman
There is in it something to applaud
Oneness of style, gaurded
By optimal freedom
Must I retire to my hospital,
The only safe place for me
Where loneliness is my breakfast
Lunch and dinner
And at night
Sorrow
Though none know
My stomach
Stay dumb
If you want to stay alive
Hear not who you hear
And see not what you see.
There is in it something to applaud
Oneness of style, gaurded
By optimal freedom
Must I retire to my hospital,
The only safe place for me
Where loneliness is my breakfast
Lunch and dinner
And at night
Sorrow
Though none know
My stomach
Stay dumb
If you want to stay alive
Hear not who you hear
And see not what you see.
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