Mad, yes, mad, because I wanted a greatness
Which fate does not give
Certainty within me was boundless
But to the sand my body I give
There remains who was, but not he who is
My madness, others may take from me
And all that is my fate
Without madness, man, what is he
But a future corpse that waits
A healthy animal that procreates?
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