Too many things
Come at a time, makes it heavy
With stern face, I face you
And the world, you don't have time
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Gruesome potentiality
Causes in you grotesque jealousy
My top hill rise
Is your ocean wide
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Green leaves sprout out
in a distant, grassy island
Sways in the gust of wind.
A little bird with beautiful
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On my door steps
I have seen many
So death is very natural to me
If you still want me to cry
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Imperialist hangover…
Father says
Who knows English
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He sends prophets
For every ages and for every nations
You can not deny of having His messages
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If we have gold we are in great fear
If we don't have anything we are in danger
And the sage says love is full of fear
Completely blind and has no reason
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Rewind everything back
Turn the glove into a village
And the village into a point
Rewind again
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