walking in empty streets giggling
looking at moon shinning
Dont know were childhood calls!!!!
forgets all start running
Realise later when wheizing
Childhood never turns
This is life burns
Beauty of natureis misserable!!!!!
Some time pain
very little gain
Trying read my fate
Still in mighty gate
waiting for joy crown
But every rose as thorn
Day comes for cloud 9
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