I don't know where it is, paradise
and yet, I can't stop looking for it
because I know it must be somewhere
For that I walk everyday step by step in a direction
where I think paradise could be
But after every turn on that lonely road,
there is always a new turn
making my search for paradise uncertain
Which makes me feel uncomfortable
and I therefore, no longer can say
how long it will take
before I will find paradise
I doubt
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