So this was for me, splendid paths, mysterious cobwebs, murderous shine.
I refuse to continue dressed in yellow, the color of the tiles on the road.
Homework for the same as privileges, as if they were not the same.
Giving under the pressure, losing contact, hidden in the shadows, contemplating the painting.
Damn condition has me cornered, a bad education is what have given.
Duties as well as privileges, the same but more abstract.
If you want good advice from a friend, you better stay aside.

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