the world flies by hopelessly
forever suspended on strings
held in the hands of some puppeteer
and we simply can't see a thing
our lives in his hands
our hopes fill his heart
and whatever are we to do?
We trust that string keeper with all in our lives
and that's simply what may pull us through














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nice concept
xo!
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