We could see the happiness.
We could see the worst.
We're the children of sadness.
Hide us from the world!
Not to see these poor people.
Who want just fucking money.
Go somewhere without vehicle.
They are not like you,honey.
Hide me from this world.
In some place without crowd.
Everybody of them is sold.
Fly somewhere on the cloud.
Hide from the world
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