People think, that they can play
With their fate without doubt.
They could cry - 'Me! ' - and next day
Will be all the best and farther...
People think, that fate and torments
Are the superstitious tales
Of some crazy gone from boredom,
All that they may be called a nonsense.
People think that 'I' has weight in
The World of creatures and in Being...
Looking with their eyes from windows
Of their rooms, so small in real.
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