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How long will this sleepless life last?

Iv'e been going down the wrong way on this road,

   and I grow weary inside my soul.

Gone are all of the lives I have lived,

   and yet all this time I am still unwise,

Because i have never known the truth.

            {So maybe then I am the fool,

              and i know my foolishness.

              They may call me wise,

              but indeed I am the fool.}

All this traveling I go, from birth to now.

I have not found myself a friend

   Neither equal nor better than me.

The righteous ones, with all their nobleness

   are all lost by their own religion.

So I shall resolute to walk alone.

I have lost you daughter.

I have lost my wealth.

And all that I claim.

But how can I call this mine own?

I can't even call myself mine own.

                    {So maybe I am the fool,

                      and I know my foolishness.

                      They may call me wise,

                      but indeed I am the fool.}

They say it is unwise to do things that may bring regret,

    but the effect of nothing requires no repetance.

But instead I bring suffering to myself

    and with a tearfull face ,      I weep.

So, I wont quiet until I fill my own grief .

I'll continue this evil deed 

   untill I learn from a wise man,

        for I am unwise, in my own eyes.

                         {So maybe I am the fool,

                           and I know my foolishness.

                           They may call me wise,  

                            but indeed I am the fool.}

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