Your mind is a mystery
You know not what you can relieve
You can reproduce
Our mind is like a book
Always on edge
Never know what is going on
How far will you go today?
Or will you find the mystery of the mind
Your mind is amazement
Full of magic
It is full of mentalism
Your mystery of the mind
It is real
Thinking of things that used to be
Of how we feel
What we find in our ourself
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