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You are "Bowl of Oranges". You see life to more than what most people do and you genuinely care about people. You feel art and music is the sure way of lifting your spirits. You wish others could have appreciation like you do, but, unfortunately, you are probably the only one.
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%D%A %D%A%D%A %D%A%D%A Quizilla | %D%A Join %D%A%D%A| Make A Quiz | More Quizzes | Grab Code %D%A %D%A%D%A "Bowl of Oranges":%D%A %D%AThe rain, it started tapping on the window near my bed. There was a loophole in %D%Amy dreaming, so I got out of it. And to my surprise my eyes were wide and %D?lready open. Just my nightstand and my dresser where those nightmares had just %D?een. So I dressed myself and left them, out into the gray streets. But %D?verything seemed different and completely new to me. The sky, the trees, %D%Ahouses, buildings, even my own body. And each person I encountered, I couldn't %D%Await to meet. and I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health. I said "there is nothing that I can do for you that you can't do %D?or yourself." He said "Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would %D%Ahelp." So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt. He said, "I %D%Athink I'm cured. In fact, I'm sure. Thank you stranger, for your %D%Atherapeutic smile." %D%A%D%ASo that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone. And your eyes must %D?o some raining if you are ever going to grow. But when crying don't help and %D%Ayou can't compose yourself. It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or a simple song of hope. That is why I'm singing... Baby don't worry cause now I %D%Agot your back. And every time you feel like crying, I'm gonna try and make you laugh. And if I can't, if it just hurts too bad, then we will wait for it to pass and I will keep you company through those days so long and black. And we'll just keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve of Love's uneven remainder, our lives are fractions of a whole. But if the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall. Then I think we would see the beauty then. We would stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told by the fault lines and the soil. %D%A%D%A%D%A%D%A .... .... ......
