Haven’t I chased the birds
Even though wings I had none!
Haven’t I tried to fly among the clouds
When thirst I had none!
They tell me I am mad-
I remember how silent I stood in pandemonium,
How I shouted at the graveyard.
Laughed when it pained,
Cried in bliss, died living.
They tell me I am mad;
But tell me, how often I am sane!
How often?!
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