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Shell of a man
What you see before you is the shell of a man, nothing more,
The man has left it for a distant shore,
What is left is a creature devoid of life and moral capacity,
Devoid of love, pureness, courage, care and grace's elasticity
The man needs to return but he has not loves desire nor its zeal,
Sailing, impossible, for his hands incorporeal,
Where art though O man, how far has though drifted,
Now sickly and maimed, a useless hand for the gifted,
Such a bright light now a wisp in the dark,
Such a great soul, broken by the sea for he abandons the ark
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