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The thorns laying on your way, The monsters that are hiding in the bushes, But it’s all up to you To conquer them Whether they are easy, Or difficult, And it’s all up to your thoughts.
We ask ourselves, why do we still continue?Why do we still rage this pointless fight?Where is the freedom and love and happiness in this microscopic light?The answer was never in the books we read, the words of our neighbors, but in the hearts and
Together, my friends, never fear death and always hope for love unfeigned. Together, my friends, never fear death, and always hope for love. Together, my friends, never fear death and hope for love.
"I call out Is no one there? The imagination Of the atmosphere I called out My memories stare The past and present Of ones held dear Icalled out But not in fear
In a house of many rooms,
What do you see? What do you hear? What do you feel, what’s coming near? How does it happen? How does it come? How does it rise, or fall from the sun? Where does it live? Where does it sleep?