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a pale clouded yellow lies shapeless in sky

the faint, distant calling the stars won't align

the coil of the serpent so slowly unwinds

the fruit is of poison the chase is alight....

this danger, this danger, it makes you so small..

the problem with man is in seeking the fall

the problem with man is in wanting it all

the hunting, the yearning, the listing, the crawling,

the begging, the hurting, the weight of it all

the problem with man is in seeking the fall

the hunting, the yearning, the thrill of it all.