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All their lives men struggle for food and recognition
Yet I tire and resign to a lifetime of poverty and idleness
Like a wandering cloud, all my ambitions have amounted to nothing
Now I grow old and frustrated by the day
Of all talents I lack the one I envy most
Pure regrets come anew in my sleep pillow
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