The old man screamed
In great pain and frustration,
"Leave me alone,
I want to think deeply
About the beautiful things
Of my eventful life, "
But the ugly devils of his inner realm
Always prevented him,
So the wretched man could not succeed
To ponder about the lovely things,
He cried and cried
And gradually sank into oblivion.
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