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What are you afraid of, fool?
People looking at you
So what are you waiting for to leave the line?
To chase away the onlooker who lingers?
If you turned your back on criticism
If you thought about being yourself
Weak certainly, but authentic
This would be the most beautiful poem
You would be a man
One of many, okay
But one, one, what luck
The apple thieves
It's proven, always wrong
But so little, so little, when you think about it
What are you afraid of, fool?
When all you need is nothing
To offer you the most beautiful idyll
So take freedom by the hand
What are you afraid of, fool?
Forget what holds you by the reins
Boredom is in full swing in the city
So go and breathe the marjoram
What are you afraid of, fool?
What are you afraid of, fool?
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