I Must Embrace the Foe, For Who Can Withstand Him
Oh reality! Strike true and fast upon this soul, which flies free on the wings of imagination, soaring high and unbound above the uncharted land of dreams that has no end.
Oh harsh reality! Brake upon my revelries like waves upon the rocks, which shatter my hopes and, crash upon my islands of wishes.
Oh sad reality! Give me this bitter cup of poison, sweet, drowning out my grand ideals and, romantic fancies.
Oh this tear of sorrow, this jab of pain, oh this undaunted, unmoved, and forever the same yet always changing life, this oh this undoubtedly
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