Why are the desires that we have unfillable?
These sick needs that we hold - unkillable?
Where in the line of our duty can we go --
To get the seed of the stillness uncontrolled?
I don't know.
I don't know
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crying, sighing, reaching out for more - the boy stumbles
as the age grows old the rage grows cold - the man humbles
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