Maybe because she said...
I will take you on the ride,
To see life with my eyes,
To travel on the world sky's,
To journey across poles of iced,
Without even making it a move,
Priceless as the trip to the moon,
Than drop you in the wilderness,
Pretending on garden of angels,
Than leave you there for a while,
Until you are realized on my mind,
Then pick you up again,
To listen what i say man...
You must pretend i can surely conccur,
All the dictatores abiding my over rule.
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