| spoken: When me? |
| happened to be born, most of mine
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| similar had turned away from God. And to fill this void she had chosen how
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| new cult
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| humanity |
| with all its ideals of freedom? |
| and equality. |
| However I don't know if for
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| conscience or out of prudence, failing to completely abandon God, n?
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| to accept
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| to the end of humanity, we remained as if the world was adrift in that
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| distance
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| aristocratic from all commonly called decadence. |
| In short, we were born
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| too late for
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| God is too early for men.
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| The great understanding between me and the universe
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| ? |
| always been a mystery
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| the great impetus towards my homeland
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| not? |
| never been true
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| the tender attachment to the native country
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| it seems to me the pitiful emphasis of an old uncle of mine
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| all I have, all of it? |
| that remains for me
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| ? |
| only this family of mine that is not enough for me.
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| When is not there? |
| no membership
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| my normal, my only truth?
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| ? |
| a great deal of selfishness
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| maybe a little attenuated
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| from a vague love for humanity.
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| My soul? |
| empty and not? |
| inhabited
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| if not by myself
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| I don't know when love for the world
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| it seems like a paradox to me
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| but to suffer for people whose existence is unknown
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| it seems to me the somewhat worrying sign of some deficiency
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| everything i feel? |
| a vain protest
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| ? |
| only this conscience of mine that is not enough for me.
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| When is not there? |
| no membership
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| my normal, my only truth?
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| ? |
| a semblance of altruism
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| maybe pleased
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| which we call solidarity.
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| But if I look at the whole world
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| that? |
| supportive and are moved in chorus
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| footage of obscene massacres
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| with lots of close-ups of mothers and children
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| I feel like saying that if this? |
| love would be so much better
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| don't be good.
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| If I try to look at the civilized world
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| cos? |
| sensitive with those who are sick
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| the cynicism of using people
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| with the taste more? |
| morbid of an excruciating body
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| I feel like screaming that if this? |
| love i love no one
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| I feel nothing at all.
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| And instead we were born to love everyone
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| Indians, Russians, Americans, slaves, popes, dogs and cats
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| ? |
| just the world of great brotherhood
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| for new suffragettes full of hysteria
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| or worse still?, that dirty convenience
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| as always masked by great hypocrisy
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| our hypocrisy.
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| When is not there? |
| no membership
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| my normal, my only truth?
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| ? |
| a great deal of selfishness
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| maybe a little attenuated
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| from a vague love for humanity.
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| And the idea of equality does not save us
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| n? |
| altruism or useless pity?
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| but an ancient and healthy selfishness
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| of those who do not even know
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| what's good for s? |
| and to humanity.
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| An ancient and healthy selfishness
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| of those who do not even know
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| to do the good of humanity. |