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The heart plays the drums as the metal bird runs,
Up, up up they soar.
Down below metal ants roam freely upon the ground.
Heart beat in my ears as if it wanted free.
Only one hour, only one and no more.
I took the climb to the summit.
And i looked down over the railing
it felt as if i was gonna plummet
but then came a ringing
my alarm clock was singing
it was morning once again.
I stand high above the water
Jump
Jump they say
It is fifty feet
I'm scared
They want me to jump
One, two, three
I fall into the water
Crash into the waves
Is success being famous?Is success being a millionaire?Or is it being the owner of immense power?Is success a change in you?Or is it the machine form of you?What is success?Loosing me for power, The idea does not really flower.I own a castle, now
