In Secret

Rough tree leaves at noon

Losing tenderness-

Talk to you soon and keep up the good content behind.

When you want what you want immediately.

If it doesn't, then save

False, in all my hopes

If the rules threaten the rules

Burnt air on the stingy finger-

Then at the root of dry life

Do not believe, he is the ashes of life!

The gentle pathetic noon of the clouds

If you point your finger at the sun-

Talk to you soon and keep up the good content in secret.

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