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There are madnesses for hope
There are madnesses also of pain
And there are madnesses from there
Where the sane cannot reach
Madnesses of another color

There are madnesses that are poetry
There are madnesses from a strange place
There are madnesses without a name
Without a date, without a cure
That is not worth curing

There are madnesses that are
Like arms of evil
They surprise you, they drag you
They lose you and that's it

There are madnesses of law
But not of seeking
There are madnesses that are the madness
Personal madnesses of two

There are madnesses that imprint
Sweet burns
Madnesses of Goddess and of God
There are madnesses that made the day
There are madnesses that are yet to come

There are madnesses so alive
So healthy, so pure
That one of them will be my death