I've been playing for hours with my valuable pain
Overwhelmed by some power like a shivering whale
Far away from distraction I'm just hanging around
There's no proper reaction
There's no reason to fight

Days are passing by
I can finally touch the sky
Just like in a wildest dream
flowers on an empty street

I don't own a thing
What' s the point anyway?
I'll help you escape from your burning palace
The king is dead
Please walk away
a poet was born in some other place

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