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For the sorrow of it, I still mourn.

how could the universe create such twisted, knotted men as these?

Barely shadows of what they ought to be,

Such men as these, like a songbird with no voice to sing,

it's hushed lullibye to the dusk of night, never to ring.

Tis true that suffering, can create wonderous things,

but old wives would tell you,

where the water is tainted, tis best not to drink,

A man is only good as his source,

like a tree grows out of whatevers beneath,

such men as these grow knotted, and twisted,

by the roots that grow too near deciet...