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You seem happy, but you scream
You want to hunt, want to scheme
Inside your head, a snake’s eyes gleam
But settle for a smile that beams

Pushing down thoughts that stream
Acting as pure as cream
I promise you, those thoughts will teem
I just want to stop your scream

You’ll forgive me when you dream
But I cannot see you scream
This silence is too extreme
I will change your regime

You can try your mind to bream
Those thoughts will lurk unseen
Please stop your silent scream
I promise you, your mind’s agleam.



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