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Every new day.
a part of me suffers and dies
along with all the animals
who suffer and die
because of the wickedness
of the species I belong to.
And there’s no ray of sunlight,
no brisk or gentle breeze,
no heady flower scent,
no cascade of soft moonlight,
no fog of mystic oblivion,
neither blanket of a deepest sleep,
that can, for a few instants,
make me forget or lessen
the horrendous nightmare
that we make withstand
to the whole living world.
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