They are all with you, on all paths,
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where you sow laughter in the gray day of the indifferent,
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where you are the source, intoxicatingly alive, inexhaustible,
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for the mouth of the lucky ones, they are all with you.
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They are with you when you are promising,
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which gives prosperity to all the canopy of hope,
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they go with you when you are a guide, destinies cry,
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at the point of return, you believe in the world,
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but the slightest defeat already
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he knows how to elicit a voice from doubt.
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Everyone is alone when left alone
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now me, now you,
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the hands of time are tangled,
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cobwebbed sky.
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The soul is a bird without wings,
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when life reaches the bottom,
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the one who knows reaches for the sun
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to rise alone when alone.
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My friend, everyone will be there,
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when you win, you won't be drunk anymore, you were
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the world will be with you even then,
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when you drink your doom on the chalk,
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last night
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when I want to believe in people again,
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until the morning wakes up… |