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He was too young to be depraved

By high society’s dissipation,

His soul was warmed up by the care

Of friends and maidens’ adoration.

At heart an ignorant naïve,

He cherished hope and was deceived

By the new world’s uproar and shine

That still imprisoned his young mind.

He entertained his soul by dreaming

To pacify the mind’s doubt,

And could not stop to think about

The purpose of the human being.

That was the thing that racked his brains,

And he perceived the magic tales.