Oh my Conscience! You are playing this game in silence;
rolling out thousand thoughts
and hitting upon delightful dreams.
Yet, if a deed goes wrong,
floods of tears will flow down from your eyes.
You are a secret mine;
you are an acting stage;
aren't you a testing field?
oh, my Mind! Aren't you the mother of all worries?
If you err once, you will feel for it all the years;
sculpting the graceful language of a mute in your eyes.
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