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Ignoramus

I am the Ignoramus
But he believes
he's concealed
when blindfolded

And he believes
he can read minds
Words written in ink on
cerebral paper

And he believes
if he becomes learned
he'll die, therefore
he ignores all wisdom

And he believes
sweet sweet sweetness
would wipe him out, therefore
he tortures himself

And I'm no longer
the ignoramus


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