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Life is an adversary. You turn around not knowing where to look. You turn around again not knowing which direction to choose and which to fear. Maybe the two are the same. You turn around knowing that the truth might be somewhere out there. So you turn around again ‘cause you know that you might be searching for the lie. You turn around just one last time before you scream. Nothing! Only silence. So in your confusion you turn around. |
paint the world and the sky in beautiful colours unknown to the eye. You make me want to sing to the birds to the trees a song never written never sung before. You make me want to bless every soul every spirit around with the patience to search and to find. But more than anything you make me want to to just reach out to touch you for the simple reason that I can. |
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