Truth is not always the truth,
So also false is not always the falsehood.
Not affection, not responsibility
Can fulfill the dream.
The trembling time
Always goes with its whims.
But whim is not always the whims,
Though, so it seems.
Who goes to whom
How can I say,
But what I see
At the moment I must explain.
What I say and what I do
All for you dear, all for you.
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