| The lovely Dixie. |


ComplicationsThere used to be right and wrong Good or bad There used to be happiness For no real reasonComplications
All that has for long just been Forgotten Why do we hate our lives as they are Keep striving for perfection
When we know it can't be reached Because it is an illusion Which we know But never realise
For some inexplicable reason Do we find ourselves in this Mess Who will clean it up if not we ourselves
It is our responsibility Our duty We cannot get away But we will never stop trying
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*** nature is everything ***
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I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees.
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