sometimes it takes an age for the penny to finally drop it seems I was the last to know that I carry the weather in my head and can only make hay when the sun shines this life is short and that's a fact there will be pain you can count on that I got the call up to become a believer but their words are just moonshine for the gullible and feeble I could appoint a personal saviour or simply save myself and do the world a favour I might become a human being or go on toiling as a beast without ever seeing that the beautiful life is the only life worth living
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