Lifes perceptions
Is it an old bike covered in rustor covered in memorable gold dust
are you soaked from the rain
Or refreshed from a watered plain
Are you scared walking in the dark
Or love a stroll in a moonlit park
As individual as our look, our name
Its lifes perceptions not always the same
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