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To overthrow his masters |
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Always the slave by healthy envy was driven |
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But is my envy still healthy |
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When I wish not to inherit the castles they live in |
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I covet not my neighbour's house |
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Nor his thralls or his cattle |
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Only the shield that they are to him |
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In this battle - of life |
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The poet looks into the mirror |
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Sees the signs of human action |
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You may look in there as well |
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But only see your own reflection |
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I envy you each day of bliss |
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Each lucky spell and divine kiss |
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That the gods bestowed upon you not me |
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The pictures they paint; are so utterly faint |
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But clear enough to stir the envy in all |
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Self-training classes for the consuming masses |
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To make us feel ugly and small |
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But that envy is a safe ally |
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Is a lie |
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I live with ghosts from the past |
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I live in fear that the next day's the last |
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I can't keep smiling at your games |
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While the world is falling down in flames |
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But make no mistake |
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I wish I could |
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I cannot assume ignorance |
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Of the suffering of man |
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I cannot pretend pleasure |
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In walking this scorched land |
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But make no mistake |
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I wish that I could |
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Stormtroopers of stupidity |
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Manipulating magic |
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Amazing disgrace of the human race |
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Sells a paradox fantastic: |
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That opposed to the so called blessed |
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You find though you do not seek |
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Happiness |
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Sometimes I even envy your conformity |
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It's not all happy days in the freakshow |
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- you know |
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Everything bestowed upon you not me |
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The pictures they paint; are so utterly faint |
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But clear enough to stir the envy in all |
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Self-training classes for the consuming masses |
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To make us feel ugly and small |
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But that envy is a safe ally |
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Is a lie |
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Still - one can dream of a time |
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When all the lies have been revealed |
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And then... |
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The pictures they paint; |
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With blood shall be stained |
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The nightmare of dream factories |
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Brought down at last |
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The outcasts shall be the new in crowd, you see |
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And their mantras a thing of the past |
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'Cause that envy is a safe ally |
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Is a lie |
