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Conspiracy of singing sounds,
Of Northern winds and human crimes
Brings the delicacy of movements
That follows people with demise.

My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave,
Then glitters out again and sweeps the sea:
Each second I'm new-born from some new grave

I can't give up i gotta grind
i gotta strive i gotta get to the paradise
Life's not easy,but with a hardship comes ease.
Everybody needs money