How easy
Sometimes
To be selfish
On your own
And nothing
Really matters
And it wont -
The sun is shining
Outside
For you alone,
The grass is growing
And the birdies sing -
How easy
To avoid
All difficult things,
How easy really
Gets,
To what extent?
To understand -
You failed
Within your own content...
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