| Delusion or
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| Worth my lifetime
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| How would I deem what I lived for
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| If I should die?
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| The toil must be done
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| Days are passing by
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| But tomorrow might be the last one
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| And I shall die
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| A habit is for us to deny
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| Spinning a web of silver lies
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| To hide the many agonies
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| All around us, for every being
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| We seem happier reduced by hunger
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| Flattering ourselves to be starved
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| Utterly craving for all that lies beyond our grasp
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| On the path of darkness and desire
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| A sweet scent of extinguished fire
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| We’re getting worse, eager to curse
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| Not the curtain, but what’s behind
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| Intoxicated within the smell of humankind
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| Today should be like every remaining day
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| Definitely all that I ask for
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| Whatever the moment when I’ll go away
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| That does not change anything at all
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| Happiness is complete in the here and now
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| It will not increase with a longer time
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| No other place but where I’m sitting down
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| This one quiet throne that I recognize as mine
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| A busy life and good relations
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| Just like everybody else
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| Meeting these people’s expectations
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| Worrying about judgments
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| But in my chest this acute pain
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| This unusual taste in my mouth
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| And all that counted now seems vain
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| Suddenly overwhelmed by doubt
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| I cannot be struck by these throes
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| With all my feelings and my thoughts
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| It would be too much awful woes
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| That my efforts had been for naught
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| On the chase of dreams and their demise
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| A sense of nonsense in disguise
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| This is not fair, we cannot bear
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| Yet another kind of torment
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| So disappointed, in absolute bewilderment
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| Today should be like every remaining day
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| Definitely all that I ask for
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| Whatever the moment when I’ll go away
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| That does not change anything at all
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| Happiness is complete in the here and now
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| It will not increase with a longer time
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| No other place but where I’m sitting down
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| This one quiet throne that I recognize as mine
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| Maybe it is going to take me nowhere
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| But I reckon not having to go anywhere
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| I don’t keep any illusion to hold dear
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| I just need to be ready to disappear
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| Void comes from the self alone
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| Fear from what we believe we own
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| Stoics across time give an advice
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| May death be daily before our eyes |