Don't ask me questions.
They stole all the answers.
Don't ask me to sing..
They took all the keys.
Imagine I was smelling a grey flower today.
Don't ask me about the future.
Desteny Avenue is closed.
Don't ask me about the past.
I bearly remember yesterday.
I was shot by a shooting star.
Don't ask me about my tears.
Happiness can be liquid.
Don't ask me about my smile.
Just schmick the clown.
My compass points south.
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