"This sense is closed to all except the senseless, and words are all the ear can ever purchase.
In all our grief the days turned into nights, the days fell into step with searing pains.
If days are gone, say "Go! There is no fear, and stay, O You who are uniquely holy."
His flood deluges all except the fish; the day is long for him who has no bread.
The raw can't grasp the state of one who's cooked, so this discussion must be brief - farewell!
Be free, my son, and break your chains asunder!"
In all our grief the days turned into nights, the days fell into step with searing pains.
If days are gone, say "Go! There is no fear, and stay, O You who are uniquely holy."
His flood deluges all except the fish; the day is long for him who has no bread.
The raw can't grasp the state of one who's cooked, so this discussion must be brief - farewell!
Be free, my son, and break your chains asunder!"
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