Here is to my life, when I ask it
be more alive;
Here is to my life, when I ask it
to leave the life full of lies.
Here is to my life full of thorns,
no roses to beat the catastrophe
or to blow a lively horn.
Here is to my life, when I ask it to
dream of beautiful sight,
wrath of adversity flatters the night.
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