As I sit on my perch above the city, I meditate on man.
Sorry creature deceived by the evil demon.
Fallen angel without wings.
Flesh bound spirit blinded by what he sees.
As I sit on my perch above the city, I meditate on man.
Sorry creature deceived by the evil demon.
Fallen angel without wings.
Flesh bound spirit blinded by what he sees.
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What else is “Le Penseur” thinking?