Miseries
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Just when you will want to step outside in the world,
it will tire you, petrify you, bruise you.
Just then you will be able to beface reality,
Your fancy pyramids,
will be demolished, effaced and ashed.
I neither spoke nor looked at anyoneBewildered by the multitude of miseriesAgonies of remorse poisonLet the day therefore be fixedLet us only cling closer to what remainsRegard the threatened fate as unavoidable
