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Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention And surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'But the more I turn my face from the crowd The more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled For the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself, A knife of relief, from all the petty insight And finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night. Bored as fuck with this street corner-cover.