On the Mind of Man
It is constantly on the mind of man,
Because that is where it was meant to stay,
So that he would want it in the worst way,
As if this had been the ultimate plan.
He thinks about it as much as he can,
All of the time, each and every day,
Forgetting the price he would have to pay,
Therefore, becoming the number one fan.
On the mind of man, it is always sought,
Since it is a remarkable treasure.
On the mind of man, it is always caught,
Though the thought of it can not be measured.
On the mind of man, it is always brought,
Because it brings unspeakable pleasure!
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