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I l l u z i o n i s t s
I'm a prisonner of compelled smile end seems to me sooner every one while
I'm a prisonner of my own mind don't wanna be gardener that knows each kind
Sometimes I feel alone in populous crowds all reasons have been known I'm still searching words
In one body, lots of persons many people of one face learn abou life in few lessons ! stay in here, this is your place !
I'm looking for a heart not for silver, not for gold stopping to play written part I'm stranger in own world
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