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must shut it
They must not know about
What I do during daytime
The dirt, the blues
The artificial smile
They must not know
What goes through my mind
During daytime when it is grey
During hours when
They are around;
They must not know
What goes on then
Have to keep it to myself
And shall never reveal;
In late night walks
I reach moments of sanity
Only then I notice
How badly they wish to know;
They must not know about
The impulse which kicks
My cells and nerves
During daytime
Yet only tells when its dark.
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