Nobody can live without it,
and he can not live in anyone's shadow.
and he can not live in anyone's shadow.
Why must one embarrassed because of my whims?
pamper me too much when I promise pampering
is that I am only a mime who moves for a handout of illusion.
If you do not act quickly, we lose sight of the road, looking like Alice
the path home to be on time for a snack ...
Oh, and if I am grass in a flower garden?
A Stranger in the celebration of life.
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