You ask how far I'd go
To be famous, walking
Through gala parties laughing.
I say: "The distance", that:
"Fame and infamy are book goods."
That is it better to be a star
Than hope for travel to one --
On borderlands between fear and love
I will go as far as I must
And bit care what prices are paid
By me and the world for this
And all the dreams come true.
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