Through the difficulty of ease.
Through the *rg*sm of sneeze.
Through the mucus and feces.
Cham wants to, like he never did before.
He fell in love with convenience.
Through valleys of abundance and vagabonds.
And fruitless useless statues of the big screen.
Cham want to, till the end of his days and with the sun above and duty infront.
He´s got about as much chance as you or me or our foul stunts.
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