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What a crowded barren place you live in.

Two wives, five kids, and your late aunt. And your cat, Granny.

You barely have time – not to mention love – to share; my condolences.

Rest in peace for the rest of our life if you’re lucky enough to find that mirage in your crowded barren place.

Where I come from, it’s all birds and trees. The Love Makers. Birds and trees make love to our life.

Where I come from is a place devoid of control and decisions; only free things.

Run away with me to the free place of birds and trees. Maybe we’ll taste love before we rest.