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If I swear on my life that both are the same,
Why is one loud and distorted?
The other, just silence, fictitious guidance;
Too gentle for minds too contorted.
The first says I'm needy, but is, itself, greedy,
The second too quiet; it died.
It flew away fast and I asked for help lastly
But it had already passed by.
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