I can't be bothered to pretend I care
About such minor things. Don't pester me.
I have been places - it's no matter where -
And done such things - don't ask what they could be -
That your small problems fade away from view
As candles in the sunlight. Why should I
Furrow my brow or wrack my brains when you
Declare that such-and-such is wrong? In my
Experience, which is much more than yours,
It hardly signifies, for there are things
Greater than you imagine. Fate ignores
Such minor points as you, and though it stings
It's better you know now. Therefore, depart
I'm not concerned about your little heart.
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