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What's the matter, my soul? Are you hungry? Are you cold? Why so restless? May I ask? Are you looking for another mask? Where's the old one? Have you lost it? Shall we search then without respite? What is it now that you seek? Is it certainly at that peak? Shall we leave then from our orbit? Is it worth losing ourselves just to find it? What do you say? Can't you speak? Or do my eyes have to leak? Why don't you answer, my soul? Have your burning heart turned to coal? I'm dying now, can't you see? Are we empty, or is it just me?
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