The fool walks around blind thinking he
sees
The fool has nothing yet shares all he has
with the world
The fool from the fry pan to the fire and
thinks it is better
The fool hangs his clothes when it rains
The fool loves to hate and hates to love
Some things never change
How can he change?
When the world calls him the fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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