It piques my little self to know
That though I lived, the world is so.
For all my wit, droll words and wares
This proud mankind a ‘damn it' cares.
Sometimes it saddens me that I
Should live unknown and unknown die.
But let it be. Is it not strange
That all things change, and so does Change?
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