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Hear No Pain, See No Pain

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How I am so tormented as if with mirth of time.
The jocularity of the moon does not cease as its shadow is cast upon the sky.
And I hope to live; past pain and privity.
Oh, how I mourn the detriment to my soul,
and my heavy eyelids.
I do not wish to see the world
through pained eyes.
And I won't.





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