My 1-st
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My 1-st

New rhymes are born and they come out.
My heart is torn, I want to shout.
No questions asked, I am all alone.
And no one calls me on the phone.

Around the world I search for thruth,
And i will find the secret booth,
There all the answers can be found.
Destroying mind to the ground.

You want to join?Than take my hand,
We'll walk through oceans,desert sand.
If you are ready, then let's go.
But choose your state: my friend or foe?

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