Deeper then the bottom of the ocean.

You hear noise,

I hear the dolphin's cry.


It's tragic to be so shallow,

Shallow like you.

You only see problems,

No beauty in sight.


I look into my baby's beautiful eyes.

Draw inspiration, become stronger.

How pitiful your life.

You...become more and more deprived.

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