My eyes I see the world through
So helplessly from my own view.
You might as well be made of stone,
For we all shall die alone.
My thoughts are mine and mine alone.
My mind, to you, remains unknown.
And though you try to learn what’s shown,
Still, we all shall die alone.
You are utterly yourself.
You spoil upon a far off shelf.
So cry your unheard, baleful moan,
For we all shall die alone.
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