For better if you do not change
In behavior, in attitude
Then you add up nothing
On the column of your account of wisdom
Except volume and weight
By increasing the number of pages
Containing nothing but empty knowledge
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Written previously on the themesIn the same tone and in the same rhythmWith the same flow and with the same schemes;Everyday I rise and confront the same sunThe same moon I leave behind each nightBefore I go to bed to sleep after midnightNo change I see even in the new dawn;I am tired of the…
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