Baby my heart is breakable
Always so much to reach
Each of its ways unthinkable
If it had nothing to teach
Places that are in distance
From every highway road
Giving the feelings a chance
To pull back their load
Every soul has its workspace
Hindering reaching extraction
Each of its own many ways
Validated goals and satisfaction
Places that never seen through
Coming and going delusion
Something always to renew
From all curves of transfusion
Making the unthinkable aim
Something to live in its drift
Always and nothing the same
Creating weight and dead lift
A love is what always is near
Places of worlds initial tries
Coming and going from here
To every beyond belief rise
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