They told me I could fly
But the bird broke its wings long ago
And so I waited while the world remained the same
And the ideas I had became nothing
Because when nobody listens514Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvPQyC4l66Z
You begin to forget why you even spoke
But perhaps the words are like weeds
They keep coming back just to be killed once again
Until suddenly it spreads and the whole garden is overrun
And the dandelion becomes everything it never was
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