Time goes on and I grows
Into a man of possession
A man who has
The theatre of dream
Dreams about nothing impossible
But the hands I have
Is not enough to reach
I need somebody to authorize
Time to flip my wings
Become a beautiful butterfly
And did nothing like cluelessly mad
At anybody
Because a leader has the model of big soul
Can attach the madness
Gone to frozen air of steadiness
Wrap it and throw it away
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