I can sitHere on the waterLike the sunBefore goingThen come backAs a fatherTo createA new tomorrowAnd no matter if I have usedMyself to arrive this pointSo I will throw away my breadOn the surface of the watersKnowing that first or thenIt will be back *I don’t know what I deserveOr what it is right to loseEverything that I’ll acceptCan become goldI…
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