And with much disturbance, believe me that i can sing,
happily grasping the essence of life...
provoke me to kill my soul, and still i can stand,
clearly enough to pay my price,
on the afternoon of the hours apart...
struggle are the means to survive,
from the enemy,
everyone around me,
everyone around me...
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