CactusI am a cactus in the cloudsWaiting for the rainIs it me or the world around meWho is a lunaticAnd whom I call insaneWith all that loveAnd hate you pass throughThey still cannot seeThe real inner manIt is so hard to figure outIf it is a tragedy or a blessingOr maybe my heartDoes not have a brainBut the essence of my story isThat I am good at hiding painI am a cactus in the cloudsWaiting for the rain
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