The
puppet master
He
holds the strings
Pulling
it as he wishes
The
puppets can't say
The
dancing to tunes
Straining
on the strings
The
puppets want to get free
The
barrier holds it
The
wretched faces
The
puppet can't smile
The
eyes looking down
The
street noises telling to hurry
But
the puppet master
Wiping
his sweat from his face
Pulling
the strings
The
puppets can't go free
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