I can not be saved
but I'll get rid of myself once
I can throw the enemy
not be
of a basket that does not go away
I can guide me among parasites
come from your welcome
to be in love with the stars
I can come and collect
air Bohemian
I can eavesdrop for the pain
to wish and to see what I can come
except here
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