You know you shouldn't ask that question.
You know you force me into a lie;
And in the middle of my patent answer,
You cry.
You know I couldn't be mistaken.
You know I try to see your surprise;
But before I can finish my lie,
You cry.
There doesn't seem to be any escape.
We act together with little debate;
But the answer is always the same,
I lie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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