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How to love happy people,
When your own smile is ugly,
How not to feel cripple,
And forever keep struggling?
How to earn something borrowed,
Just to kill any willingness,
And not to feel hollow,
Trying to avoid all the silliness.
And forever keep running,
When the ache is too strong...
Overcome all the mourning,
And decide what is wrong...
And forever keep breathing,
Even when it is war,
And continue reaching
Something new, something more?
Is it real for a human
Who is weak, tired and mortal?
But the life is too gloomy
And too easy to shorten...
When your own smile is ugly,
How not to feel cripple,
And forever keep struggling?
How to earn something borrowed,
Just to kill any willingness,
And not to feel hollow,
Trying to avoid all the silliness.
And forever keep running,
When the ache is too strong...
Overcome all the mourning,
And decide what is wrong...
And forever keep breathing,
Even when it is war,
And continue reaching
Something new, something more?
Is it real for a human
Who is weak, tired and mortal?
But the life is too gloomy
And too easy to shorten...