Have I create as a million fool, Or being just Your only cool? Why would I to be in rotten ways, If others could have swing the rays? Have I create by a wizard touch, Or a failure of Your lazy lush? Why is that whenever I grow my roots, If it means for me to trap my foots? Have I create solely over yesterday joy, Or to live like a future broken toy? Why is even a humble life that I hope, If is tight with an unreachable rope? Have I create to finding an answer, Or to be questions to the rest of the year? Why if it means for me to be a trouble, If would have been better as I was disable.
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