there's two deeply different way of to feel sick
when your heart is hitted by greed
this grow fast like a bad seed
when your heart is flashed by Love
You bring other's around on a glove
when one heart is bited by greed
is who whas around then turn to dead
when one heart is touched by Love
around we feel a healing fly of a dove
only Love let You sleep tight
the sleep of the right
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