some of the worlds joy aren't to be mine...
as it is obvious that i won't be here before the next century...
some of the laws are cold to me...
but i must keep as though they aren't...
the light that keeps me warm isn't always mine...
as this i speak as a thief, that starves more than feasts...
i am to except this as it is law...
as things are, the past innocent feelings give joy...
but as a man these things are shallow to live by...
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