Twenty Twenty years of bullshit of bullshit
to forget, omit, and I commit
often wrong in laughing, flying high in the low and I lived together
good in my swing I butted against
poles and walked on broken glass
I dream things that no one else could suggest
slowly and are reborn from nothing.
In my first twenty laps around the sun, and sometimes I've been waiting
squandered,
I let it go, I took with me
In the space around the sun went
plan and I understood the value of modesty
E ' just one more turn,
in my nature and hostile
careless.
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