For my dear friend, because he needs a smile
He sees no evil only good his right hand does not know what the left hand does And in his dreams his left leg runs in a different direction and makes him crash He chases illusions through foggy fields embraces half the world And in his crooked smile his right eye shines bright with mischief and love
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