All seems to be own
But I find none
In real life
All that I see
All that I feel
Are hollow and virtual
Thus
A sound
From my heart
Utters
Life is a swallow dream.
I heard that
A friend in need
Is a friend in did
But I am frustrated
As to find one
Whom I shall recall
As in need
Buts a lots in deed.
Thus I again utter
Life is a swallow dream.
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