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One in a million thousand boxes
Where do I begin to search
for in a circle I stand,
away from me is a million boxes,
the love they don't give
where should I find it,
the respect they don't show
where should I find it,
the happiness and joy without me,
how do they manage?

Where I should begin to search,
for in a circle I stand,
around me is a thousand boxes,
Does one have my joy?
which one?
Is respect in one of 'em?
which one

I fall to the ground......
silently crying out my pain,
a million boxes, a thousand boxes,
away from me, around me,
I draw out my hand but
it isn't reaching out,
I crawl to one that seems to be friendly,
but it moves away,
Which one has all I need?
Looking out from afar,
there was one in a million thousand boxes..


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