i weep and bicker...
for i am being moulded, crushed, threshed and grinded..
i weep and bicker...
for i know not that i lose not in the crushing and moulding and threshing and grinding..
i weep and bicker...
for the ignorant me knows not that i lose nothing.
i weep and bicker...
for the ignorant me knows not that in losing all of me, i gain all of me.
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