Where is that rich –who can buy my dream ,where
is that powder-that’ll mix colour on my transparent picture?
I judge the sorrow seating on happy throne ,
with my write I make the derth of passion
He will be my best friend ,such as an impatient is where?
That’ll mix on my picture,where is that colour?
I am the rich with infinite worth-
who can say poor me;
I under the influence of wakefulness
Who can say me sleepless?
I return on the way missing the destination;
I love more and more the love’s pain.
It will bind me .that nest is where?
That’ll mix on my picture,where is that powder? 
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