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Like a candle I burn and melt,
On the fire of relentless and hate;
Like a fish I swim for the blue sea,
Meet different people who can tempt and caught me;

Like a flower I could blossom and dream,
Be contented till I be aproot for a nymph;
I could sing fly be ambitious like a bird,
You could let me or shut me none would heard;

Like an ant I'll be easily stumble,
Foot by your plan so hedious without angle;
Like a stray dog who had no such place,
I don't have a home in this worldly maze;

I'm hurt and died a million times,
Yet both of us never get a single dime;
I could be anybody you choose me to be,
But would you let me have my way and be me?

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