Sometimes we stuck in problems,
In other times - in friends.
We cannot see the power
For self exchange quit well...
We make decisions speedy,
Not looking on its ends:
What happens to a pitty
And fool events we've built?
Imagine there's a dreamer
With colors, lines to draw.
How could he stay with people,
Who wants just more and more?
That thing reminds of ocean,
Of crowd without end.
Have you a magic potion
To heal your poisoned friend?
ask yourself
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