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More brutal and bitter than a cold winter wind.

More pleasurable than the first warm winds of spring.

More fantastic than a long hard victory.

More important than life itself.

More stupid than the failure of oneself.

More desirable than power and wealth.

More rare than immortality in fame or health.

More horrifying than the feeling of being half awake and falling into an abyss of nothingness.

This thing that all desire, but yet is of rare acquire.

This thing more than all else I require.

Yet will i find my supplier?

Only to one it is knowed.

Yet it will never be told.

Who will acquire.

Who will still desire.

Until life be leave us for an entire.

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