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We are all children playing On a very  dangerous ground Hiding and then seeking Running and going the round We are all players praying That in the end we'll win The game of every dangerous being Makes a perfect dangerous spin Life isn't really  fair, is it? Come and show me why The place where you choose to sit Always shows you a  dark sky It's true that the world could be A very dangerous ground to stay But when a hero hears your plea You can find the safest way...
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Dangerous Ground
We are all children playing On a very  dangerous ground Hiding and then seeking Running and going the round We are all players praying That in the end we'll win The game of every dangerous being Makes a perfect dangerous spin Life isn't really  fair, is it? Come and show me why The place where you choose to sit Always shows you a  dark sky It's true that the world could be A very dangerous ground to stay But when a hero hears your plea You can find the safest way...
The world has been a dangerous playground but one could be lucky having a hero.
Marguerite
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
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