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The best things

It's so uncertain that every step

Has a purpose, a direction

It's not easy to believe in chance

Everything needs an explanation

Formulas, methods, and results

Our senses, so limited


I don't like to believe

That the best things are the hardest

I don't need to know how to fly

To find you in the clouds and love you


Doesn't it seem like every fact

Has a meaning, a reason?

Everything seems premeditated

We forget about passion

Dreams left aside

We lose imagination


I don't like to believe

That the best things are the hardest

I don't need to know how to fly

To find you in the clouds and love you


What you love

What you desire

What you touch

What doesn't come

What you leave

What you see

What escapes

What you have

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