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The poet is a faker Who’s so good at his act He even fakes the pain Of pain he feels in fact. And those who read his words Will feel in what he wrote Neither of the pains he has But just the one they don’t. And so around its track This thing called the heart winds, A little clockwork train To entertain our minds. 
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