I looked into her evil eyes: you fraud
What loud noise yonder do I hear? Music?
Not so, it is wicked beat of applaud
Mockery of my own career, how sick
Erupting screams filled the ears of the dreamer
All spoke the same ingratitude: I lied
Every rant now reduced to sole screamer
Their wails of aloof dread preceded and died
Their wails of aloof dread preceded and died
At no time did I ever foretell futures
I am a fake, a fraud; admit only dreams
The spectators aware of my failure
Unknown tarots fill my reverie streams
My fate in life, the next as well, is false
Filled with the bliss confused steps of a waltz
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