I don't need moneyI don't need fameI don't need perfection Or any other thing What I need is simple It cannot be grasped Nor can it be touched What I need lies within meIt is the beating core of lifeFor when it beats it's very drumI know that I'm alive Even though it can broken It always can be healed I can do all things Because my heart is never still-Victoria Mayorga
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