Cats and milk,
As death and life.
And we are
enjoying in between.
Day by day, market
Is going to close,
Desire and sorrow,
Keep us in shadow.
We see shiny our hope
in the midst of all strife,
We also hear
the call of sheriff
to explain how we are
spending our life
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