I pray, dear Sir,
Doth the raven yet fly,
O'er your fountain of youth,
O'er your fountain of lies?

I pray, old man,
Tell me what you've forseen,
Throught your days of reprise,
What makes you so keen?

I pray, lost soul,
Have you ever been found?
Have you crept o'er existance,
Left your feet on the ground?

I pray, dear Sir,
Answer me this,
Is knowledge true power,
Or is ignorance bliss?
 
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