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This man obsessed over his work
Poured his whole self into it
Sacrificed his every singular cell
And those of his wife and family
To create the solemn hero of his fantasy
He ate little and slept none
He saved it all for that little room with the round window
Peered out over the arbor land
Crafted the whimsy from naught but focus and time
His mind wrapped round this one fable
About a man who obsessed over his work