♩ ♪ ♫ ♬Passenger-caravan♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
In your hands you have you futur
In your hands you have words' flow
In your head run slowly dreams
In your head are the will to be free of sadness
You fight against everything or everyone on your way
That don't bring you balance
You smile even your heart ache like a fool
You know that people won't hear you
You will bewhat you want
If you know that In your hands
There is Gold
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