I wake up in my good sleep
I prepare my coffee
I spend life in my bread
Health boils on the stove
I start my dream
I smell of pure emotion
And the smoke of success
Is already in every lung
br/>I turn on the TV
I put the radio on
I close my eyes
And I use the seat of the armchair
To float
I close my eyes
br/>And I use the seat of the armchair
And later with friends
I always drink joy
Wings to go away
Smile at the end of the day

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