Playing with the sunshine,
free Tibet, free china from the Amercan bible-belt,
the factory is overheated.
Anaesthetic desire for the the sleeping crowd,
do you dare to try to compete with the awoken ones,
it will stuck in your throth forever and ever,
One shall reap as one has sown,
a true rebellious One can change the seasons
in a silent whisper.
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