The Truth of Things
If I could become all I desired,
the world would resonate with my songs.
I would dance the samba
and play the violin
while flirting in a dozen languages
at my stage debut...
but the world is not mine
for the taking.
I can only claim my little piece
and expand outward slowly...
so as not to arouse contempt.
the world would resonate with my songs.
I would dance the samba
and play the violin
while flirting in a dozen languages
at my stage debut...
but the world is not mine
for the taking.
I can only claim my little piece
and expand outward slowly...
so as not to arouse contempt.
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