A clever word
A tacit lie
While all this while
I knew it all
And yet I played
In retrospect
I think I know
In happy times
And heated words
It was not me
So you can try
And claw your way
But you are never
One of them
Another playful company
For time is all
That matters most
It heals your heart
And blurs the fun
And forms the mathematical group
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Well, I guess, you were not the mafia after all! ;)
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