It seems that Life's roads
always are supporting a crowd;
When we think, we find,
they are all walking alone
When we see, the World looks,
as if it's a colourful stage;
If you ponder longer, you feel
the World is just fury and rage
Those who were always smiling,
who found others in their dreams;
Their sleeps have now broken,
they are all waking, alone
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