I pity the scarecrow.
Scaring everyone.
He couldn't change, even if he tried.
He was born alone,
He will die alone.
No one understands him.
He has nothing more than broken dreams.
Poor scarecrow.
I don't pity the scarecrow.
What's wrong on being alone?
He will survive.
I'm just like the scarecrow.
I scare everyone.
"Thousands of broken dreams."
But I don't care,
I will survive.
I don't need the crows.
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