I will keep running away from you, so that I can be free.
I will keep running away from you, so that I can be myself.
Because I am not ur puppet.
I have my own life.
...
In the Morning of Time, when his fortunes began,
How bleak, how un-Greek, was the Nature of Man!
From his wigwam, if ever he ventured to roam,
There was nobody waiting to welcome him home;
For the Man had been made, but the woman had NOT,
And Earth was a highly detestable spot.
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