Your hopes of slight refrain
Cover up your own ambition
With thoughts of nought or nought to gain
Obscure them with the obscurity
That certainty of knowing how to stain
Become purer than pure with such a surety
From the flowing of the flowing of the grain
Don’t you go steal the highlights
On the darkness of the turn
Rather be hidden by the street fights
The starkness through which we learn
Move onwards then endways to your ending
Satisfied with your rustle in the bushes
Rather than it be the opening night
After the final shuffling of the royal flushes
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