I never had enough,
I never had enough,
Thinking of my solitude,
Iam not that happy since man is searching,
It is a weakness not to be your own man,
Not to work so hard,
On this earth,
Fight for good over evil,
It is not worth hating,
Not worth the foe,
Let's give credibility to those who brought us up well,
Forget all that is bad,
Embrace the joy of a good upbringing,
Then say to limits,
That Iam really happy,
I think that man should appreciate all given.
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