That man walks with his eyes upon the stars
Then a chaos comes and his eyes get blurred
There is no breezy light to hold him aloft
All the darkness that is coming close to him.

He stares at the darkness to see the light
All on a sudden the stars see his delight
And he weeps like a lotus-eater.

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