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Comfort
There's little love to give
And much to brood in hate
For the sexes are undone
Lost in a bleak cave
With no way out
But why should anyone
Leave the comfort of their cells
When you have everything
That you need right at your fingertips
For what does it profit a man
To gain his soul, but lose the world?
