My toy, oh my favorite toy… Playing this game we belong together. You are making a fool of me. What a movie, what a play made you angry so this way? What a wizard, what a curse, made you treat this way my nose? Angels are flying in the sky; mermaids are swimming in the sea; Devil is ruling over the hell; why to listen to him as well? Listen to birds, to a crickets’ buzz; listen to wind, to rock, to jazz. Read me tail of a little humped horse; pour me tea of a melting rose. Is this a game, a life, a dream? Are you nice, or indifferent, or mean? Will it stay or will it pass; will it relieve or will it stress? In the mountainous woods, in the ice of bare rocks the answer lies. The answer is: live with no fear… Will you?
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