Had we our senses
But perhaps ’tis well they’re not at Home
So intimate with Madness
He’s liable with them
Had we the eyes without our Head —
How well that we are Blind —
We could not look upon the Earth —
So utterly unmoved —
Had we our senses
But perhaps ’tis well they’re not at Home
So intimate with Madness
He’s liable with them
Had we the eyes without our Head —
How well that we are Blind —
We could not look upon the Earth —
So utterly unmoved —
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