BLOWING IN THE WIND

The bullets lost in the far west
And it hits people cry.
How many fish are die in the sea?
Pretending say something to,
 How many times can you get to the top?
Before falling so many times.

How many seas they have to disappear?
Before they exist in the sky,
How many hours they have to spend?
After losing his life.
How many dreams do I have to have?
To be able to fly high.

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