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He is not mad
His thought is clearer than
The saner man
For in her he saw
Beauty overflowing
Through the tattered clothes
She was his queen
She is a queen
In dreams he
Wanders the dark
In search of her
He is not mad
His thought is clearer than
The saner man
For in her he saw
Beauty overflowing
Through the tattered clothes
She was his queen
She is a queen
In dreams he
Wanders the dark
In search of her