I underestimated the search 
and came out a fool 
I looked for answers everywhere 
and everywhere found ghouls 
I journeyed through the lowest valleys 
and with shadows as my fuel 
I searched for this thing you call love 
and what I found was cruel 
I can go to Mecca but I’m no pilgrim 
I will always be a mule                
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