Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

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A thousand Dreams within me softly burn

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I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

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I believe I am in Hell, therefore I am.

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I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

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By being too sensitive I have wasted my life.

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I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance.

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Je est un autre.

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I'm intact, and I don't give a damn.

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I is another.

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