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The only child walked straight the way,
And met people who didn’t say,
“Dear, come with me, I will help you!”
With the lifejacket I used to swim,
When I said that I would win,
But I can’t grow up, it’s hard to do.
Today my life is out of tune,
A changing strings is coming soon,
But will I find out a mature land.
Since my disease I’ve felt like junk,
I’m still swimming, but I will be sunk,
My task will be coming to the end.

Tropical forest turned into dessert,
There is no mammals, there is no birds,
And is it worth go on a trek?
Noncomformity cheated me again,
And everyday I feel the pain,
In deeps of the ocean- I’m a shipwreck.
The happiness passed over my life,
I’ve found my vein- give me the knife!
The changing strings is not needed.
The child will turn into the egoist,
Who wanna yell: “I won’t exict!”
All in all it will be parents defeat.

When you think we are strings,
Then you should have the right.
Someone have to be changed,
He won’t be tuned again.
And you’re going to strum,
When the guitar plays well.
And my strings will have gone away
To the sand, not to the hell.

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