A train of disappointments
A plane of ignorants
A bus of jealousy
A ship of sadness
They might come running at full speed
as always I will kneel
I will be a creed
As long I have this preciouslife
As long as I sleep with a full belly
As long as I have this tedy
Then I'm alright
I am all fine
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