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 I hear the music play: A loud chorus, a strong voice. Funnily enough, I am the chorus;But I am the strong voice too?
Behind closed doors and tight lips,there remain words trying to escape. Behind locked rooms and sealed hearts,there lies a secret wishing to break shape.  
We walked hand-in-hand Through the woods With the sun at our backs The air tasting like salt And the sound of water hitting rocks, We approached the lake. It's funny, I'm the size of an
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