Elbows left bruises.
Come on, you won't die from it!
No, it's certainly not a walk in the park;
and don't forget to cover them properly
and stop the pain hide.
So that no one is bothered by your appearance
and is outraged by your whiny nature,
and no one hears your strangled moans,
because that is but not heard!
And so you dance through the streets, through the alleys,
like a shadow, in graceful elegance.
The music that envelops you is not closed take hold,
and you writhe in the dance of spears and rods.
There are many ways to manage you,
Ways to get in line,
and there are lurking always smiling figures,
who, with mostly gentle pressure, prevent you from
developing as a being.
Even as a child, it was drummed into you that
everyone Weakness soon regretted.
As a burned child who fears fire,
you have forgotten how to rejoice.
With pain you pull yourself from your tracks,
out of the ways of their entrenched world.
You don't need anyone to guide you on your travels,
No one to set the hard course for you.
And so you dance through the street en, through the alleys,
like a shadow, in graceful elegance.
The music that envelops you is unbelievable,
and you writhe in the spear and rod dance.< br/>With pain you tear yourself off your tracks,
from the paths of your entrenched world.
You don't need anyone to guide you on your travels,
no one to guide you sets a tough course for you.

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