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And if the turtle wins the rabbit, there will be no complain Beneath the surface there’s another vision that cannot be sustained What a thrill, what a dive, what lift, climbing through the air No one else will stop and care What a slip, what a glimpse, what a drill, fighting to repair No one else will start to share

Dropping, laughing, standing, parting, all I saw was falling stars Loving, starving for attention, no one nearly understand Those are wonders or clouding thunders that will comeback with no delay

What a nil, what guilt, what a trap, blowing from nowhere All those creatures went to bare What a breath, what a flirt, what a bite, going everywhere More than crumble we want to be there

Dropping, laughing, standing, parting, all I saw was falling stars Loving, starving for attention, no one nearly understand

And if the turtle wins the rabbit, there will be no complain Beneath the surface there’s another vision that cannot be contained

Who dares to make a wish or wonder if we still in the game? And now who meant to fake and kick it? Another chance to take it or leave it

Move in silence, among all flavors, the world still a retain More than guidance or pendant hours

12/02/2015