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With his gathered mind he goes picking underlined thoughts
By mixing themes and tales he really thinks that his vision is unique
And he lives a thousand years as if not enough
By wasting time and love through all his life
He consumes more than he breeds
And bleeds the words of another man life if it was his
And sings the blood of a healed wound just for vanity
