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There're days when the sun is upWhen the solar rays hit youYou feel been dropped from the topAnd you end up right on the screw.
She once was a little flower Not knowing how to speak But when she did Something beautiful happened She became herself And learned from all her failures
Of this perception I am curious; what motivates the human attitude? Who is born more or less delirious, but yet a genius life they should allude. Their inspiration premeditated
Don't worry of it The end will not come These theories of lies Will root to the ground So stop making these lies Be happy to be around Live another year for you