As I suffer more, day by day
Day began, loving it more and more
More I loved , more I found
I found it in happiness and sorrow
Happinss and sorrow, in and out, were same
'Same' would make me 'sane'
'Sane' I would cease to suffer
Suffer not at all, would make me insane
So, I suffer more or less, as
I turn sane or insane, day by day
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