When I’m alone, I tend to wonder,
“what’s the meaning of it all”
If you and I, both souls who ponder,
aren’t less equal if we’re small
My life is rich, your life’s a b_h,
don’t deny you’ve seen it too
What we both know, through painful sonder,
we’re not so different, me and you
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