I have made it till the end
Tried not to pretend I have walked up the stairs With wisdom and care But though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear I have everything I need Almost everything I want I see everything ahead And maybe everything beyond But though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear And when you stare at me My fear enhances even more And though I'm at the top I still fear That I am not perfect For you my dear
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