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In many ways I succeeded
I am well-experienced,too
Future plans are by me speeded
And the nervous face tic due
I don't have to explain my ways
Where to go,with whom, what for
My ways are sometimes for snails
In thick fog I can't see more
In my pocket are two longings
A big heart and certain ply
To give to all my belongings
Golden fake smile number five