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The race of man is spent; His honor left in Rome, The night we were born in has whent; And Our once pretty pallet is chrome O Humanity! The Pains I must bare! Pride, Anger, Greed, Pain, Selfishness, all vain! And all tangled in my hair! and all leading to a single lane... And In my opinion life, is but the fools game Who've thought they've won, Have had their fun Till they go to hell in shame.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:56 PM UTC
Man
The race of man is spent; His honor left in Rome, The night we were born in has whent; And Our once pretty pallet is chrome O Humanity! The Pains I must bare! Pride, Anger, Greed, Pain, Selfishness, all vain! And all tangled in my hair! and all leading to a single lane... And In my opinion life, is but the fools game Who've thought they've won, Have had their fun Till they go to hell in shame.
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Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:56 PM UTC
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