Mr. Re., Can you see beyond the day, do you know what makes my way?
Do you know what makes life go and what make me want to know, the mystery of Mr. Re? Heaven sent, reticent to go that way, every day, liking the way of yesterday, creative folly of melancholy, Mr. Re? Left untouched by hands, but thoughts, walks beside the faintly watch, goes to side- the way we watch
the life of all to see, the way to Mr. Re., mystery. Can we agree to be just a mystery? Mr. Re.
