It is by acts and not ideas we live
So is an act of thought just an idea?
If I was here and had nothing to give
Would all my thoughts and actions disappear?
So can you help me please Anatole France
I want to understand just what you mean
Is everything in life a plan or chance,
Can I do something that makes me feel clean?
I wish I was a lovely shining star
All beautiful and bright way over head
I'd like to be beyond where we all are
But then, of course, I'd already be dead.
Oh Anatole, you know sometimes I feel,
That neither acts nor ideas are for real.
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