What is luck?
I wonder, as I write the letter
Damned be my propensity to question so and so
Who are You?
I wonder, when it doesn't matter
Truth as is polemical. False as is I know.
Probity and purity, vigilance and intellect
Only if I could last, as I seem to most
Why do faults appear, when one is so tired
Why do they proliferate when one wants them lost?
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