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I was an open book , Neither too scramble, nor too crook . Kept under, the tree of a garden , Never too heavy , never a burden . I was waiting for somebody , to read me , Wind was the only one, who knew me . It was never a secret to , who I was , Now I became, just a question mark . Everyone came to speak up their mind , Never to know what are my blinds . So , I choose to close myself , Preserve myself just for myself . Season after season.... Through the hazy sunshine , Through the dim midnight lights , Through some flickering , Through some dreadly nights . I've been through all . The words written fade away , They're here , still all blur anyway . Now , nobody knew the start or end , All the scars would be buried as a defend . After all this ... They came to ask , Why so rude , and so quiet ?" What's your secret , And Where's your light ? Who are you , And what you became ? Just tell me , at least your name . (HUH !!??) [ Looking back , now I know ........ ] next part ...