Midnight oil
I sure would, if I could
Read again most of books
Of the days of the youth!
Among them
The "Heart of Darkness"
And "Les Misérables".
Suck books were the keys and
They opened the gates wide
To the facts of the life…
Recalling Jean Valjean
The battle between sides, good and bad
Wanting to escape to prisons in our minds
And the gold's worthlessness when can't buy…
Burning the midnight oil was habit and it is
In such times think of film:
"Remove that, replace this,
Part of each, superimpose,
It can be best edit! "
Oh those books and those times
Come to me if cannot
Tell me how, to get out
Of this mass carelessness
Narrow-mind!
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