Alone
No one here I see
To break the clods
Of the path you walk or take
But they all closely watch
Where you put your footsteps
No one will write a single line
Even if you go for oblivion
But they all read very closely
Every word of the book
You compose for your life
Sweet or sour
Whatever fruits of your deeds you bear
And hang upon the boughs of your sweet name
No one will carry for you
You have taste all those alone
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