you are here, and come again.

in my sweet brutality, all too calm oyu bind yourself from reality.

do you call it solitude? or do you call it liberty?

when all the world turns away, we feel lonely.

the fields are filled with desire, a voice is crying for freedom.

but all in vain they will fade away.

left only you to answer you forever.

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!!!!!I'M ON BUNNY PATROL!!!!