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A Wild Child

What if life was just an equation.

Would we figure out the right results and come up with divine elaboration?

Living life is just as simple as mathematics.

Just add, subscribe, multiply, and divide, no need to be frantic.

 

What if love was just a magic trick?

Would we break down and fall sick?

Just swing your wand and you would create your true love out of thin air.

Loving so true is as easy as pulling a rabbit out of your magic hat.

 

Count your days as if everything would last forever.

Be yourself as if your agony of life you would sever.

 

Comfort my soul so weary.

I have been left hurt and unsteady.

 

And come lay me down, my child...

Protect me from the world so wild...

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Dec 23, 2010
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