It is such a pity, but we all are cursed..
Standing knee deep in a stream, we die of thirst.
What we have, we never want...
So simple to love, but we just can't?
We'd think its a pain...
To dance in the rain,
We think we're not free...
Even to hug a tree,
Even a few words kind...
To speak, we do mind,
So sick are we, so mentally ill,
Always choosing the bitter red pill
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