I, I myself...
I, full of all the weariness
The world can produce ...
I ...
Everything, finally,
since everything is me,
Including even the stars,
it seems,
Came out of my pocket to
dazzle children.
what children I don't know ...
I ...
Imperfect ?
Inscrutable ?
Divine ?
I don't know.
I ...
Did I have a past ?
Of course.
Do I have present ?
Of course.
Will I have a future ?
Of course,
Even if it doesn't last long.
But I, I...
I am I,
I remain I,
I ...
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