When you realize that in this life you, like a woodpecker, are zero in terms of concepts,
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When you stick that not every door is turnkey,
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When your morning contains "button accordion" and the day burns out with it,
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Then you will understand that you managed just right - to die young.
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Every day changes the night
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The night glides by the will of the stars
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The stars scatter dreams
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Dreams hurry to help you.
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Hundreds of cities, thousands of roads, millions of faces burns Rock.
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A black furrow, in a cloud, censed along the edges of the earth, he led me.
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When it suddenly becomes clear to you that contact is not possible without a dose,
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When your friends one by one get under the crime
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When acid dissolves your turbidity, and mushrooms eat your essence,
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Then you will understand that in this life you managed just right - to die young.
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Every day changes the night
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The night glides by the will of the stars
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The stars scatter dreams
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Dreams hurry to help you.
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Hundreds of cities, thousands of roads, millions of faces burns Rock.
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A black furrow, in a cloud, censed along the edges of the earth, he led me.
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Through the smiles of meetings, through the pain of loss from ourselves to ourselves, we open the door.
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The one who immediately burned the bridge behind him continues his journey into the environment of the stars.
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When you realize that in this life you, like a woodpecker, are zero in terms of concepts,
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When you stick that not every door is turnkey,
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When your morning contains "button accordion" and the day burns out with it,
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Then you will understand that you managed just right - to die young. |