We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
I like my legs and feet, to walk, to see the trees and lake, no flowers then, they point the bloody gun, but never am I undone, never a machine, I still move with passion, forward run. Your friends cheer you to freedom and transformation, We can work it out or die trying, perhaps the summer of love, the end of factories and behavioral schools, and I wonder if progress just shreds numbers. Suddenly the dark tower falls with a land of goodness moving into Utopian vision of humanity.
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You can't chop me Got me in a dream No stopping me The game is fashion Fashioned fashionable Unfathomable Driving my moon b...
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Once unleashed from long hiding it becomes tantalizingly irristable to the soul. There will be no turning back.
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Have no no No meaning to me Deep sounds may empty be Just an unholy rhapsody I hear fishes escape the net Happens constantly If only ...