You know how to laugh and play, you know how, and when, and what to
say, you witlessly walk here and there, on through life... to get what you
may.
what hope to you have but to blunder away?
what purpose do you serve? is life that worthless, that it is wasted on
you? you who only dance and play? you who promise your everything but
your oh so sacred vivacity away.
you have nothing to offer. you have nothing of any worth to give away.
when you promgulate your only oppinion, it will be set aside as a
feckless,opprobrious thing not worthy of speculation.
when you breathe your dying words... not one will listen...
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