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Internal to Ego
It's a nice day on the planet if the trees could curse and the sky could hate because you only imitate
I think we should testify you and I before the jury of this world that it is only one word… one thought… one dream
I know to you it might not seem so.. why don't you reach the hand? rise to a stand? and rejoin our empty band?
I feel you fear to leave the trance.. be a freelance look.. we before you took that chance a few of us did advance.. and closed this great romance but they hardly make an utterance