Sometimes I stop in my path

To pick a dandelion

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Sometimes I watch

The hummingbirds fly

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Sometimes I let myself take simple pleasure

In the sun, the moon and sky

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Sometimes people watch and stare

Me as I smell the flowers

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Sometimes I can feel there eyes on my back

And I know they whisper about me

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Sometimes I can hear the echos

They think I'm not normal

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Sometimes I wonder, what wrong have I committed?

By letting myself feel joy?

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Sometimes I wonder

What have they lost?