you take your breath.
no, they're far away behind you.
go get your space, and hide yourself there.
no, they can't ever read you.
look they see you as a blind little kid
who has her own imagination.
they will think, that imagination
can't barely hurt anyone.
go, and keep your track,
they will never read you.
and your imagination
is attacking the world.
now while you're waiting for the world to fall
dream deep, and like a little kid.
and the world is only as small as ball.
With a spoonful of sugar
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