I know, no sorrow br can sit in your br mirthful heart. br No dirt governs br you, even in dream. br If there's any br sentiment wrapping br yourself, that's br feigned, your br altar ego, br subconscious mind, br play the game, br to rob your fame. br In one fine morning, br when the sun will br come out breaking br the net of cloud, br get out of your br feigned skin.