What loneliness
To die without certainty, to be at least
A particle
Of life, a minuscule point useful to someone
What loneliness
To ignore what the eyes cannot see
The adult world
Isolated, a harsh world and there, I brood in the dark

Draw me a sheep
The sky is empty without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To become the child we once were
Draw me a sheep
The world is sad without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To tame the absurdity of the world

What loneliness
To tell oneself that the bite of time is nothing
The dream is a bubble
Of life, a capital good useful for sorrow
Disappointment
Seeds but I want to believe in the beyond
And living is hard
Always a choice but I swear the world is mine

Draw me a sheep
The sky is empty without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To become the child we once were
Draw me a sheep
The world is sad without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To tame the absurdity of the world

It is mine
It is mine
It is mine
It is mine
It is mine (the world)
It is mine (the world)
It is mine (the world)
It is mine (the world)
(The world)
(The world)

Draw me a sheep
The sky is empty without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To become the child we once were
Draw me a sheep
The world is sad without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To tame the absurdity of the world

Draw me a sheep
The sky is empty without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To become the child we once were
Draw me a sheep
The world is sad without imagination
That's it, draw me a sheep
To tame the absurdity of the world

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