We love with swollen hearts and
We hate with poison hearts
Life is monotone
And we sleep always alone
We can never feel at home
"Ever since I was little, I've been searching
always searching for treasure,
I'm sure it is there, somewhere, and one day
I will find it.
I know it can't be found in things or
people, but somewhere else
Far away, far far away
I'll never stop searching."
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