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Tired winded soul passing through,
Feeling safe, feeling content, even when head was at brew
Percussions get judged, no matter the sentiment
Feeling different, feeling lost, even when heart feels at tenement
Music bleeding from one voice to another
Being brave for things you cannot control, what you can smother
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