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Admirable perspicuity of statement!
On every part my vagabonding sight Did cast, and drown mine eyes in sweet delight.
There was . . . language in their very gesture
exhausted, at the bottom of the world, looking up or out, sleepless, wide-eyed, perceptive, rejected by society, on you own, streetwise.

I'm tired of looking 'round rooms
Wondering what I gotta do
Or who I'm supposed to be
I don't want to be anything
other than me