Success & Tears

I used to be a philospher Now all I think of is how I suffer And all I suffered is why I cry later And reasons I can't explain to my lover.

Alas! I thought, it'll be over with my lass But with all the love, ass, and class And these things we all ask I will never ask when I lapse

None can prettify my past Apart from art. Apart from art, None can glorify my last.





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