Kyriakos Kant

I am a man
Who went to the desert
Without any food, water and roses
In order to bring to you
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And so it starts to pour,
which makes it all pure.
And i get out in the rain,
cause such a chance cant go in vain.
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Dreams are small little beauties
Devestated by proccess of reality
So what do you do?
Do you stay and stare or take act?
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Life is hard
You have to grab her from the hair
Only the strong will survive with dignity
But hair is like roses
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A bird's whistle upon your sleep
Which brings to your day
The dawn of an wandering soul
Why cant we see
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