| «The world is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow
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| sharper
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| Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of
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| happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give
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| Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life:
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| the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the
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| suffering of mankind.»
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| All our lives in fast pursuit
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| Smash and grab like thieves
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| Posterity. |
| What will you leave behind?
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| Consigned
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| Life, a humbling disease
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| Believe
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| Devoted road, the places you will go
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| All the people you will know
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| Crossroads
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| Resolve your actions and your deeds
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| Echo for eternity
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| Foresee
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| Want for contact, need for insight
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| The unbearable pity for the suffering
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| How do you express yourself?
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| How do you tell the truth?
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| Surrounding you, the darkest points of view
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| Suffer
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| In their toxic feedback loop
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| Hostage
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| Devoted road, the places I’ve travelled
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| All of the people I have known
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| High roads
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| Full of doubt and certain of nothing
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| Concede
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| How humbling my life has been
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| Begin
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| Want connection, hunt for knowledge
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| The unbearable lacking for the suffering
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| It’s not unusual to lose hope
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| It’s common to become unhinged
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| I’m giving in, I’m giving in
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| Let it begin. |
| The suffering |