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Anyone who opens their eyes might be able to see
Beautiful creatures
Calling me
Do you hear them? They are there
Everything, everywhere
Friends of old and friends of new
Good times, bad times
Here with you
In my life
Just as it is
Keeping secrets
Letting go
Moment’s pass
No one knows
Of the
Places I will go
Quiet is something that I fear
Realizing it is here
Sends a shiver down my back
Trying to relax
Under the sad impression
Very many can’t ask the question
Why are you the way you are?
Xceptionally unique and different
Yearning for a voice
Zesty by choice
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