I often have this dream
In prehistoric times
I can hear you screaming
I chase the bear
And you're not afraid anymore
When I wake up
There's no bear
But you're still afraid
And I'm not a bear hunter
I don't dare to move, I don't live, whatever I do is a disaster
I would love to set out to chase the bear away
And for you, to not be afraid anymore
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