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Clouds unfurl across the sky, death brings no easy due, even when you die, who cares what’s fake, the other stuff around you, burns forever in the grate, something deep inside, not just an ordinary buroo, makes me want to fly, these barriers I raise, not to look a fool, always make me hesitate, however much you sigh, and I act like a goon, my spirit’s always high, only when you castigate, something about this room, that you smile and say, you knew.