When they say you want to believe then you must live a plain sighted superfluous meantime unforgiven

The good sisters' vow of eternal silence may be heartless and carefree

But in the meantime must be sworn (it's) down to a folly

Nothing

I said so plainly

All along the carefree among us started to perceive the human being as some end-soaked puerile dream

Left so scorned and gift-boxed in you smile and leave no trace

Left so dish-washed up you cry through someone else's spotless face

On and on

I saw such a carefree and out of touch shadow in the window, testing all/of the wings of the ones we love

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