What's this foolishness I hear
Of careless words
Whispered
Written in your head?
Must you always speak your mind?
Of every word
Seeming one of a kind?
Alas
comes your answer
To me
For to be you
You must be free
To write the things
That pop up in your mind
As you watch life
From behind
Those blinds
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