It is like the beginning of the march of Trojan Horses
Black, brown, white, beautiful horses
Shinning with brilliance, hoping they will take me with them?
I don't know who will rescue me from these perils
Who will dance and march with me?
\The roads are paved with white marbles
Adorned with brilliant roses
The doors are made with gold
The diamonds handles shines
With the luminescence of a scientific mind
\I am on a march to heaven with vibrant brilliant horses
Racing the tracks with me
I am very far from salvation
I approach the heaven doors
I am very far from repentance
I march on the corridors of life on my way to heaven
Still wondering if I will find anyone when I get there

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