| Even if I did not believe in life,
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| If I lost my faith in the order of things,
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| Were convinced, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable,
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| and devil-ridden chaos;
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| If I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment,
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| Still I would want to live,
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| And, having once tasted the cup,
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| I would not turn away from it Until I had drained it.
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| You are trying to save me.
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| You are trying to save me --
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| But, perhaps, I am not lost.
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| If I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment,
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| Still I would want to live,
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| And, having once tasted the cup,
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| I would not turn away from it.
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| Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his
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| sons?
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| You are trying to save me --
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| But, perhaps, I am not lost.
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| You are trying to save me --
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| But, perhaps, I am not
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| Lost.
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| (Repeated) |