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The child who thinks and believes in fairy tales Acts as a god sick, but as a god. Because while it claims that there is that there You know that things exist, what is there, Know that there exists and is not explained. RR Truth doesn't want more than life Under the mild protection Careless gods, Want to spend the hours granted This doomed life. Nothing can counter Being that I did, Wish me unless there Fado Since the peace by destination. I don't want the truth More than life, the gods Give life and not truth, nor perhaps Know what the truth. RR