People who forget to look at the sky, they live together in a city's redest orange day, but they are awake. But in the bustle, in the midst of chaos, no one had noticed the day, the blue of gold. Some are from the night, some are huge, some are heavy. Bored, exhausted, tired. Some are afraid to laugh. Unhappiness knee length.
Come when you go, these times are unfinished. It's blood. I need to do something. Happy tomorrows, tomorrows, oh, it's tomorrow. Well they said what we should do. They searched the sages under every stone. They're asking for a penny. Plans, accounts, always tomorrows. Here's the big mind. The series of passengers of the series of train tomorrow. Let's find happiness, where is ah. But in vain. Because it's always tomorrow.
Then a bird with white wings and a blue-gray spotted bird came to the square. He was so big, every time he shook his wings, everyone was surprised and amazed. If one of them knows it's okay, this bird knows the secret. He tells us tomorrow, the place of happiness. We've solved it. They've brought him to the side of the city. As the saying goes, he knows how to talk. When he would reach out his hand and ask that great person; The bird is ventilated and gone. Without telling me the happiness of the future. And a city is still unhappy looking from behind.
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