As a man I was, I ask the man I am, to ask the man I that I could be, Why does he live in anonymity.
As I man who talks, I ask the man who listens, to ask the man who thinks, why is our mind a mystery.
As a man I could, I ask the man I should, to ask the man that I will never be, is he real or imaginary.
As a man in pain, I ask the man ashamed, to ask the man with the name, he wouldn't forget us would he.
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