Lies, and lies and all fake,

My heart fears melting like a candle.

God grace upon them all,

That do but always for a cause.


Terrains, and slopes and steeps,

Restrain to those who feel like going.

Every time did they follow mistakes,

Every time did they allure disguise.


Clipping stars to the visions,

Whose toils have to adorn their steps,

Whose tails are still breath in lukewarm,

Whose tensile still crave to be nested.


Alas! Signs and gestures yet abide this mission,

Alas! Have not there been such allure.

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