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This ordeal has made you fret, but you know it's not that bad We thought ourselves beyond its reach Well, it seems we've both been had See, it flows so easily A ruthless piece of art And it grows and speaks of mysteries to be And flips itself to show the deuce of hearts The riddle wants to be It rubs our noses in nature's demands and it wrestles our dearest doubts out of our hands There is a balance of hope and despair How we bleed for it! In our need for it all sense disappears The riddle wants to be Aus Songtexte Mania