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The simple yearning
Of a soul that is burning
Is to let it's life burn out

But the mind makes a stake
The heart makes mistakes
And the body just screams and shouts

The brain does dwell
And sleeping does quell
The pain that the heart digs up

And the stress burrows deep
To the bowels, makes you weep
And that's when the throat, throws up

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