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So serious, the Stranger's sorrowed face,
   That when I stumble, and fall into greed
He can't smile and laugh at my disgrace,
   Which in the end is why we both still bleed.

Indeed, we are not so different that
   We don't both pass the homeless on the street,
And both quest after noble causes while we
   Snatch their blankets and feed from their disease.

So many suffer blindly from this disease,
   And here I am trying not to suffer.
Do not trip me, but laugh at me, feel free,
   And I will join you, for we are no other.