This night is a saw and lawful flaw,
This places a dream and a graceful scream.
Whatever to know, whenever to blow,
This life is all a misinterpreted.
Woe in spade, splice in blade,
That greets, this hand and bulky stand.
Nowhere to believe, everywhere to see,
This life is all a misinterpreted.
This show in the clouds, the silence and loud,
That speak their worth and spurts.
Won’t be chance and someone in a glance,
This life is all a misinterpreted.
This work more violence, alive in silence,
Never less on its part, for the dear who depart.
Wet and the grief and the peace in leaf,
This life is all a misinterpreted.
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