How oddly alluring, The wit of the mad; It is ever-enduring Yet ever so sad. Recall all the ills Of our knight and his steed Who waged war with windmills; What fun indeed! Forget not the anguish Of Hamlet and Lear; We audibly languish And silently cheer. Some seek the sane, a rather fine goal; Others find home in a rabbit hole.
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