may i lend you a hand, friend?
to chase the mongrel out of your pen
and to unleash the power from your hands?
let us not see
the skin that wrinkled
the nails that blackened
and the hair that fallen
let us walk in this jungle so dense
lit up the spirit of peace of mind
i know this jungle hides the golden rays to shine
but all we need is just a single candle hope of our minds
let me hold your hands, friends
we wear the same shoes till the end
let us dance while walking through this poisonous land
i promise you a happy end
the victorious spirit of our minds
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