Bazaar of wishes that have not yet been cherished by anyone.
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Secrets unveiled on drooping curtains one day lift,

and I shall find interpreted really, between eyes,

that penetrate the spirit to hurt.

Outraged feel who accompanied me during Suns,

and I will be tormented by disturbing past ideas thrown in face,

caused by the stupidity of my work.

Finally, connoisseurs of the strands of my thoughts,

they hit with ghostly Justice my conscience.

And which coward, Sneak me so lavish destination will be my intention,

holding on to any outgoing from the dark pit,

as fearful victim myself admit to be.