We know what sadness is
Anguish, desire, death, madness;
Everything ends and everything returns
Every tought comes far.
Every regret, every regret
Our souls are washed away
Because we know how to fly
Beyond the sky and even more
In the dreams of men.
Windmills of My Mind 
Beautiful poem, my friend.
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Thank you! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving🦃
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Brilliantly written
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Oh thank you 😊
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Madness has always been present in my edge but can’t determine if on inner edge or ourter edge or if the madness is me or the world.
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There’s always a fine line…
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