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43 Sunken Eyes Mi cann sleep Tossed the brother’s lament many times over as the Sermon of the Selfish Who once up the fruit tree Flushes but wild ants down my way As these blinkers, wide open Shut, and then fail to sleep Hollow Craze Like creativity, the artist’s friend Untruthful, albeit As time, always faster than our pace Angry, we become, To overtake it Jealous it becomes And overtakes us In vain we seek to move in line With the fashion of the times ...

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