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"Если женщина не права, мужчина должен извиниться."

"Женщины... Что тут сказать? Кто их создал? Бог, должно быть все-таки, гений."

My spirit begins to rise
Into the heavenly skies,
Just to be shunned away by you.
Now all I want is to die,
No streets of gold in the sky
And I wash my hands of you

As I awake I have no memory of this
Who I am, where I'm from, why do I exist?
This strange beauty surrounds me
But where I am confounds me
I see others who appear the same as me
A look of loss in their eyes, adrift aimlessly
What's the point? What does it all mean?
Who am I? Show me a purpose please

Take this sense of wonder
Make it go away
Please tell me I am not alone and lost here
That there is something that's made me feel this way
Take this sense of sadness
Make it go away
Please give me something that's familiar
A friendly touch, a memorable embrace

I try to speak but empty eyes stare back at me
Twisted tongues segregate, factions are forming
I'll stay with those that resemble me
To survive this harsh reality
As the days pass most have gone their own way
Nomadic tribes discover life
In a world that seems so strange
But still I want answers
What's the point? What does all this mean?