You are living in the world as a wanderer,
Upon the hill of thought,
Against the surge of the sea,
From out of the falling sky;
Forever there is a quest of unity,
A damnation has been clear cut
And a respectable movement is about.
We starve, they laugh, and we conquer
If we are hungered by our loss.
Food is living in this world as a wonder
And I am totally lost.
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