Where to hide? Where to conceal? I fail to understand this famine. They have robbed my merry zeal and now prevails the devilβs time. Taciturnly they have eloped from my sight, Bricks of blue is what they have left. This is the lost treasure that has clanged to life in the night Yet this parky night has failed to freeze my breath. I agree to sign the fatal bond with the supreme And still be sure of my inevitable victory For I have made sagacious plans in the afternoon green The rebels will soon begin to continue this story