LIFE
THE EYES SEES A LOT
BUT THE HEART IS SO BLIND
HOW WILL YOU KNOW WHAT YOU OWN
WHEN YOU CANNOT SURVIVE BY YOUR OWN BREATH ALONE
LIFE'S NEVER BEEN SO FINE
ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS TO MAKE UP YOUR MIND
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