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Quasi
You never cried, you never froze
And yet how well your garden grows –
You reap the fruits another sows:
I guess that works out well for you.
Suffering has served you well –
It’s common but it somehow sells
So sing your little songs of hell and sell.
Hollow hopes and empty dreams
And blind pursuit of worthless schemes –
That’s all there is to life, it seems,
unless you prove me wrong – please do!