Even after the last leaf falls and
Last blood drains away,
The henious narcissistic human mind
Shall never be satisfied
Save the thought for I learnt
The rugged way, that
Never will I bend
Even when I double bend.
For I will never ask
Even if you yield
Without a price,
Or even a cost.
Seek not I shall.
Seek not from thy.
Mysterious ways of life
We shall forever
Differ from here.
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