Keeping up high , with the low sigh,
Lets make our thoughts fly,
Not Weaving new Dreams Why ?
Plenty of problems and cry,
Smiles Fading solo and Dry,
Empty are now Sky ,
Why ? Not A Little Try ,
Making everything right by ,
Spreading all over new Butterflies,
Breathing in a new Air wye,
These are Not Forever Bies ,
Lets not loose hope & Rise ,
Why ? Not A Little Try..

In the &#39;70s, you had to come up with an album every year whether you were ready or not.

When you are in difficulty, useless people will always leave you,and this is the benefit of hard times

A non-materialist. And yet you are unpleasantly fat. A gluttonous ascetic? Such a contradiction.

Written By Orson Scott Card

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