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Hidden words


There is a language burning deep inside of me,

It is not mine, it is gutteral, it is hiding,

Es ist nicht,

Es ist nicht,

It is not,

Coming out,

I can hold what my anscestors told,

What they spoke on their lips,

What they cried in the miss,

Es ist nicht,

Es ist nicht,

It is not.

Ich mochte,

I want.

Ich hasse,

I hate,

Ich habe,

I have,

NONONONO

Nein,

Ich werde nicht,

Aber es ist,

Und Ich weis.

Meine Name ist mir,

Und meinen wissen bist nicht.

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