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It’s a great world.
The time you feel sad
Something might distract you
The time you feel down
Someone might awake you

Someone dies
But I can’t get up
For myself
And for the deepest pain
Which let me live without your voice.

Not more direct than this
I open all the roads
To the hill
Which spread a desert
With a dry wind
I’m writing and writing and writing
To the end of the world
Where meets the sorrow of abundance
With a fade portrait on the loneliest sand
In a stylish dance.