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I’m standing in the middle of the street,

while feeling litgh breeze of the wind.

I look at the sky, and there nothing there,

except shiny sun, on its mysterious way.

I’m happy and I feel no fear,

all my problems simply disappeaared.

I’m dancing.

I don’t care about anything,

my mind is free, like a dust in the air.

No one is pushing me from one place to another,

No one is asking me some stupid questions,

Just me and empty space,

a dream that everyone dreams just for one day.