For the beauty of life and love, the heavens haven’t abandoned us, although I live in a prison, countless others, in their bubbles, and although, I'm poor, and like to make jokes, I'm not a bad bloke, if I'm being honest, I'm a fan of hope, we all sow seeds, some sin, and dream of heaven, while others, sow peace and love, hoping to escape this prison, where will we go, what will we see, I'm sure, it can only be as wild as our dreams, hymens and seals, are we doomed to grow older, maybe we can be young forever, I don’t know what I’m talking about anymore, I’m a swordsman, and my blade is bloody, so many sins, I can’t atone for them, spring and all the good in life, let’s just go, till we can’t go any more, more, more.

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