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I want to be crazy, crazy people have in head sun
I want to be crazy, crazy people know where is God
Crazy people walk full of dream
Crazy people have another birds, another fishes
I want to be crazy, crazy people are not afraid of people
I want to be crazy, crazy people don't allow to be stroke
Crazy people are secular saints
Crazy people bless a bread
Crazy people walk, submerged in water
Crazy people not cry on themselves
Crazy people live outside themselves
I want to be crazy, crazy people weave baskets
I want to be crazy, crazy people weave nets
Crazy people carve canoes in wood
Crazy people bust waters
They set up nets, bring fishes out, fill baskets up by fishes
Crazy people bring bread from hills
I want to be crazy, crazy people share bread and fish
I want to be crazy, crazy people gather crumbs
Crazy people come to God
Crazy people move away from God
I want to be crazy, crazy people weave by themselves invisible cloth
I want to be crazy, crazy people litter by cloth all paths
The most quiet they lead on cloth
They leave us on cloth of paths
I want to be crazy, crazy people lead God by cloth
I want to be crazy, crazy people crucified themselves
Crazy people leave us around
Crazy people move away alone