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Great abundance of grief, prosperity of poverty and wealth of misery prevails |
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Losses you gain with weakness as your power while rejoicing at your plentiful agony |
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Darkness as your guiding light, winter frost keeps you warm through the night |
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Gallons of absinthe to keep you sane, only death keeps you alive |
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Solitude as your companion and silence to hear your cries |
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Hatred for you to cherish and pain for you to enjoy effusively |
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Flying to stay on the ground, Fleeing to face the present |
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Touching the prosperity you always failed to see |
