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A house of glass won't hide
The cracks and emptiness in your life
The desert you cultivate inside
But given light, flowers bloom inside
Underneath an artificial sky
The peach, the pine, the crane
The five, the six, the eight
In my garden, I'll raise my life as I like
Your heart of ice is clear
Of all the words you never hear
A window on the emptiness inside
