I wish I could fly like a dragonfly…
Away from this cruel world of humans
Away from fakeness, away from knavish cunningness!
I wish I could fly like a dragonfly…
To the world of peace and originality
Where there exist no worries and no apologies,
Where pure heart would be valued,
Simplicity would be a gem,
I wish I could fly like a dragonfly…
Just a flawless flight to the height of ecstasy!
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