blinded by the misty air
hidden from all atmosphere
voices shatter what cannot be seem
entangled words trapped within me
locked away but not quite lost
never will be spoken from my lips
a fire burns within for longing speech
transforming the up most silence to perfect melody
fulfilling my will to be my own
through my voice
but not the image that stands before you
hidden from all atmosphere
voices shatter what cannot be seem
entangled words trapped within me
locked away but not quite lost
never will be spoken from my lips
a fire burns within for longing speech
transforming the up most silence to perfect melody
fulfilling my will to be my own
through my voice
but not the image that stands before you

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