I don't care when, where, who and what rank.
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Any action of yours will return like a boomerang.
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In return in full, no less, no more
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Sowed - reap, wield mind and will.
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Love is all permeated, but to varying degrees,
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It is in the one who is rushing to the goal, and in the one who is on the edge.
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With the keys, someone will not open, someone will knock the door without them,
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Choose the way out yourself, or still believe in fate.
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Will reflect the world, desires, and thoughts,
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And it will become a reality that is not in the plans gathering dust in the folders "Dreams"
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Unexplained facts, burnt out pixel.
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And your surroundings - this is you!
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More skillful throw, more accurate return,
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You set that flight path by force.
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The address is the addressee, the more conscious your step is.
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Unexpectedly? |
But sign it and get it - here it is.
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Fairy tales are over, reality is here and now
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Accept it as a fact, from the pain of hellish growl,
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Now don't just leave
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Grab for everything be kind, for all sinful deeds.
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The world is so small that you will still meet ironically,
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With everyone who hurt, without asking why,
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With everyone who did not find support in your shoulder,
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And words will boomerang past your ears. |
A new chapter has been opened in your book of life
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Then on the fingers with a chill on the back of the head, squeezed by the heart,
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All misconduct will return to you by inertia.
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Choking from loneliness, hiding in itself.
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You may find the origins of all your troubles,
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Having plunged into conjecture beyond measure, knowing the pain.
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Recognizing the cruel truth and not calling life shit,
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Desperately you throw yourself into the pool with your head again,
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You will also get a boomerang, but already love.
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Light displaces darkness, good knows no evil,
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The universe is one, louder than a thunderstorm and quieter than sleep.
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The path to the cherished goal in the depths of oneself is not close,
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The reflection is equal to the angle of incidence of the beam.
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Light displaces darkness, good knows no evil,
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The universe is one, louder than a thunderstorm and quieter than sleep.
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The path to the cherished goal in the depths of oneself is not close,
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The reflection is equal to the angle of incidence of the beam.
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And you are different. |
The look is clear, conscious.
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The equivalent of good whistles through the air.
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The charge does not rush back along the same trajectory,
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Do you feel the power in your hands? |
Because now you can do more!
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Exuding evil, spitting bile into the mirror,
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She will get back with a hail of severe injuries. |
Choking in the dust of their own destruction,
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In captivity of deeds and thoughts, the noose will be tightened around the neck.
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The world is harsh and beautiful, kind and cruel,
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Every choice you make, he multiplies by a hundred,
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Impregnable walls, or build bridges,
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You get today for your yesterday's message.
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I thought so little, I wanted so much,
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And it seems that he almost died, but he saw a new limit.
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Closed shutters do not offend the sun,
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When the eyelids close, the light will return to you again.
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Sending the world all my love
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Even when when he is furious and able to pour blood in rivers.
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Sending an ocean of warmth
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Whenever he destroys himself, he rises from the ashes.
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We are alone only because the essence is one,
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Unity, our ticket to a forgotten movie.
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I only take what I deserve
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And not always for something, because sometimes something happens for something.
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It's also a risk, it's not enough to say "Hold on"
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Extending a helping hand - always knock!
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My word is wake up!
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No matter where, when, why and whose,
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Life itself is always paramount.
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Light displaces darkness, good knows no evil, |
The universe is one, louder than a thunderstorm and quieter than sleep.
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The path to the cherished goal in the depths of oneself is not close,
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The reflection is equal to the angle of incidence of the beam.
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Light displaces darkness, good knows no evil,
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The universe is one, louder than a thunderstorm and quieter than sleep.
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The path to the cherished goal in the depths of oneself is not close,
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The reflection is equal to the angle of incidence of the beam. |