The love of knowledge is folly
For ignorance is bliss.
The wise man cannot free his soul,
For ignorance is bliss.
The wise man cannot free his soul,
From the gaping abyss.
He can only reflect and think
Of the eternal deep.
To march to ones demise is cruel,
Better to walk in sleep.
He can only reflect and think
Of the eternal deep.
To march to ones demise is cruel,
Better to walk in sleep.
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