Hello, Matthew.))

All over so much of the mysticism. I am paramedic, but each day convinces me that supernatural around us. Strangely, as your songs reflects my thoughts and feelings. More exactly than you, even I cannot express their. That and there is genius. I am deprived this - this is your grant. This is a mystic relationship. I very am afraid that she tear off. . Beside you will appear the family, children, the other cares.

The children - a flowers of the life. Let it go at that. But these nice, small monsters capable to break all.)) The mode of life devours the genius, cuts the wings. In of history much such examples. The Genius can belong to only itself. The wings of the talent are not intended for home hearth. The proud bird cannot carry the house on itself. The person, loving of the genius, must will live his life. Dissolving in him. Barriering him from terrestrial problems. Will lose in him. And in this loss will find the new life. And only so.

But how a few from us can die for the sake of life another? So not much fits for that. The History convince in this more and more. Maybe, you lucky and will encounter such unselfish person. Of the capable to throw the life under your legs. Iff, your amazing songs will please us over and over again. Thank you, that you there is.

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