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Like when princesses kill dragons,
on white horses,
and blindfolded ...
they cross the bridges ...
they arrive at the other place ...
I build bridges to get there,
and to cross,
bridges don't crumble
the dragons died ...
although we were afraid of them,
and the dark horses were left behind,
and the princesses became superheroes
forever...
The princesses in armor ...
they won all their battles ...
and they became brave ...,
the road ahead was still spacious ...
the princesses arrived and they were no longer afraid to continue,
and to look ahead ...
the dark dragons,
left far behind ...
and the bridges to the void fell silent ...
The puddles,
of fire, they were left behind,
because they only had to learn,
to mature ...,
learning to be better ...
(Was like in a dream) esc 13.09.19
on white horses,
and blindfolded ...
they cross the bridges ...
they arrive at the other place ...
I build bridges to get there,
and to cross,
bridges don't crumble
the dragons died ...
although we were afraid of them,
and the dark horses were left behind,
and the princesses became superheroes
forever...
The princesses in armor ...
they won all their battles ...
and they became brave ...,
the road ahead was still spacious ...
the princesses arrived and they were no longer afraid to continue,
and to look ahead ...
the dark dragons,
left far behind ...
and the bridges to the void fell silent ...
The puddles,
of fire, they were left behind,
because they only had to learn,
to mature ...,
learning to be better ...
(Was like in a dream) esc 13.09.19
