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I’m staying alive
in the tragedy and in mystery
with or without a wife.
Dreams are my reality.
A writer, a painter, a musician, a sculptor am I.
Sometimes I feel love, sometimes I feel pain.
I’m dreaming. I’m feeling. I fly.
I’m loving my fantastic brain.
Sometimes I lost my fear.
Sometimes I feel emptiness.
Sometimes I miss your near.
Sometimes I feel loneliness.