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There is a man

On the edge of the world he stands

For what is worse

Life, a play hadn’t rehearsed

Tears bedizen the ground beneath

Leaving less space for his restless feet

One small step for a man

But the fall will last forever

And with a smile

He left it all for a while

Closing his eyes

An abysmal sunrise

But we all know

That in the garden grows a rose

Only its thorns to keep

To pierce him for his vanity