Now it’s a rocket in space
Or a bomb that goes off in your face
Who sees how valuable he is
Or is that for others to decide
Today the white valentine hibiscus
With the red center bloomed
What is it you want
If you can’t sit down
With yourself like this
Don’t you want to know who you are
After you’ve extracted the world
And all the subtleties of the senses
Where you were nowhere to be found
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