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I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing |
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As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing |
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Bind my hands, close my eyes; |
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Let go of this |
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None is chance, all is life; |
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You know of this |
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I am sick man, old man, I am corpse; and I ask you for nothing |
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As I force my way to other shores, I'll ask you for nothing |
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I'll go under, deep below the earth and purge; |
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Tear out my innards and burn |
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Turn the mind to darkest light and learn |
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That none are real with human sight; |
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This human frame, a most pathetic rite |
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I'll purge... |
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Purge |
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(None are real with human sight) |