sometimes all i can see is

murder, greed, jealousy,

hatred and ugliness

trapped in all of everyone's eyes

then, some beautiful

music will start flowing and if i

follow the the river to its source

it's always a beautiful

person

and everyone's

eyes look full of love again

usually i close mine, then

again, it's a time where

i don't speak, but i laugh a lot

i don't sleep, but i laugh a lot

things come apart

strings come undone

some paper cannot be folded

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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