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I'd like to be saved from going mad,
it's worse than poverty or tramp,
the hunger would be lighter.
I do no cost my reason high,
I'd guess, to lose it would be fine,
to get some freedom fire:
would I be left with inner mine,
how gladly would I hide in jungle,
as far as I just could.
I'd sing some ardent bizarre spells,
I would forget myself in maze
and captured by moon.
I would be listening to waves,
and looked at sky in happiness,
out of blue and sheer delight.
I would be full by force and will,
I'd feel, like whirling blast of wind,
destroying all alive.
but here is a catch: the gone astray
is ready fetched and stayed away,
just like a savage beast,
that one is easily accessed
and controled by a judging fist
and made a fool for skit.
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