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my spirit is a dove, whose broken wings
make silent covers for the rusty dreams

although i`m deaf and this is an illusion
which gives me thrills and spreads confusion
as chaotic and nostalgic as it may seem
it`s my pain shield, my day - dream

they talk and move and make new plans
and eat and run and learn to dance
they shape life as an exciting plot
and when one dies, untights the knot

cause what is life, I dare to ask?
should it be about wearing masks?
I guess the weakness makes me strong
because I know where I belong