The music for me has stopped,
but i still float at a dance.
My soul was once robbed,
since then i wander in trance.
And i think and i wonder,
but i have no heart to bother.
It seems there no ugly persons,
to whom may unattach his reasons.
Merchants, athletes and charlatans!
We all master our freedoms like Peter Pan.
As we look through people's eyes
Our heart just gets wrapped with more ice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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