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Things fall apart.* No other to fight. No cause for which to struggle. No ideal for which to
offer sacrifice, You are a metaphor and they are lies.* And I. . . Not mine this life that must
he lived in me.* No other. No self, No man's land. Do you look into yourself in order to recognize
the fury in his face? It is there as clearly as in your own breast.* No one: the unity is unitless.
One beats and bears for that which one believes, / That's what one wants to get near. Could it
after all / Be merely oneself?* The unity is unitless.
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