poetry
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Without wanting to miss a moment of the chaos I hail a yellow taxi Driving at a fast pace The street lights are slowly blurring Another story is over And I feel alone
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The show is like an album full of blurry photos Memories that we vaguely remember
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The script came to an end, A grand finale, And the adventure, the journey of a lifetime ended.
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Choosing a role Learning the basics rules Exploring the basics of life It’s all part of life’s long journey But how does a role fit into a script? How does the world become a society?
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f I am a hero, the protector of the earth? Can I do whatever I want? “No!” shouts the goddess Gaia Without order you are not a hero And without chaos you are not an antihero
Cosmos Wanderer 