The Philosopher´s Madness
When one imagines
And one is in sadness
The time for madness
Will come like snow
Slowly growing larger
And one tends to depart
Into a voyage of the mind
To subseed into sorrow
And wonder if he´s life
Is madness, or madness
His life.
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