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TO YOU, MY DEAR FRIEND
How shall I explain how I am in this world of wants,
Like a man in a market that has nothing he wants.
Like a flower that sprouted and withered in autumn,
Like a thorn that never did hurt anyone.
Like the shadow of a wall that is but a shadow,
Undiscerning and quiet, separated from the glow.
You laugh at my thoughts and call me a gone case,
On a higher plane will I find my place.
You be here, caught in your visions of love,
While my soul will be soaring, higher and above.
