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Simplicity we often take for nonsense

And we're ashamed to say the gentle words

We hide our souls, we're probably unconscious

Of this, afraid of souls confidingly unclosed

It's difficult for us to talk in style

Of Romeo and Juliette, without tension.

We think since then the centuries has gone by

In other way life's writing its inventions

So let it be, and I've no intent to argue

Yes. Different is the World, where we belong

And my affection I am also hiding

Ashamed, as if Shakespeare's words were wrong,

The storm of feeling takes my power of speech…

Those tender words, extremely hard to reach.