From trap to trap, from abyss to abyss
from laughing to laughing we go, we all fit
on the shoulders of the world, afflicted or not, we go
no more excuses for not sharing the tail and the muzzle
of the days, no more excuses for the loss or
for the sale of Reason - is all care crazy or is it little?
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