There is no magic any more,
we are the most normal people
meeting in an ordinary party
i do not expect much
after hello
as much as you do
you act like the sea and i pass like the wind
there is nothing marvelous
i have become so restless
like someone not magnanimous
and then finally i say enough, enough,
nothing is suspenseful as a car-nap
everything is monotonous like a shoe tap
for all the peace, goodbye and bless
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