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I'm like a child sometimes Fighting violently against any opposition Even if it's what's best for me But I want it all Even if it will destroy me To much always unravels me I'll chase the fairy tale in everything I'll weep when it ends My life is a thousand ever afters But I've never seen one to the end Take a piece of my heart As a consolation prize Consoling to me though, not you The more you take, the less I'll have One day, maybe, there will be none left Perhaps I'll get a plant then Or maybe a dog I think it will be rather pleasant
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