lives waiting for a stranger approaches and draw a whisper that makes it fly, fly as high as your imagination, which so high that the leads, vertigo appears to be wrong target. And let all that one day dreamed for fear of being wrong, then hurries eager to know the end of the books I devoured every day, hoping to find a perfect ending that fits your life.
But perfect endings never arrive, and the strange clothes [of princes] blue fade. Therefore, your sole remedy is to stare at the sun king to go blind for a few seconds, and more value REALITY that surrounds it.
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