Liquid sky on the wing of a butterfly Numbers are running and seconds are numbing Daisy chain of an infinite combination Factors are lying for what can be done You think you have control You`re nothing but a role In a theater of distrust The sun follows the rain Questions and answers never related to me To solve this riddle I need the master Coincidence shatters my reality Who is the puppet player of all these? Who cares about the colors you see? Who cares about this fading star? You read these letters, but who reads you? Maybe all your life is a simple RANDOM`S MANIFEST! Slowly I have the chance to understand The chaos is changing all before my eyes I cannot comprehend Random`s Manifest at every sight-the things are changing.
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