I owe you zero.
I know not how would
The life run.
I owe you zero.
I know not
What is the end
Of this fun.
I owe you zero.
No wife, no daughter,
No family, no son.
I owe you zero.
The one who is laughing,
In this summer, at us,
Is only the sun.
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