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The greatest treasure is your autonomy, Your independent thoughts, a symphony of harmony, A polyphony of minds, and then it makes sense, that’s one line, but I could write these every day hence. And you know well, because you know your strength inside out, Whatever the world does to you, there’s always a fire that won’t go out. Listen, I have some thoughts, do you want to hear them? First thing I don’t want is to force you to adhere then. Sometimes a gentleman, but you see, it’s rather a Warsaw Antek versus the first lady. It’s like a pact for tonight, don’t be shady. Vistula, a walk, will you let me choose the path? (What’s your say?) Many words, topics, autonomy, A few hours under the Moon, minds in polyphony. A symphony of personalities and then it makes sense, and what you should do, you know best, hence. Want to, test me, a little trust challenge. Come with me for a moment, you’re my perception’s balance. Want to, blindfold me, I’ll walk like a sightless, And what you should do, you know that best, it’s priceless. A simple night spent in your mind. Strange bodies, mentally naked together we find. And I’m honest, don’t know what I’d choose, But it doesn’t matter, after this night, too close to lose. These are just words, you can keep me at a distance. But see, second, I don’t want to exploit the instance. And words are me, I don’t want to sell ideas. I don’t feed your needs, I stand naked among these words’ pleas. Your cheeks laugh, eyes, nose, skin, I know time and place are lies. Anytime, anywhere with me, if you want, and what you should do, you know that wise.