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		They want me to dance,
			on the rythm of their hands.
		To act featureless without error,
			burried in the soil of threat and terror.
		I remember once i had roots,
			now my head is in their boots.
		I don't have hands to shy and
			thus let me live unseen unknown,
			thus unlamented, let me die.
		Steal from the world,
			and not a stone tell where i lie.
	

		I don't know how to say,
			I don't have words to lay.
		I'm not impatient as time,
			that i cant wait and stay.
		No i'm not the ocean either,
			something outside and inside something other.
		I'm as silent as sound in space,
			no-where in life and death race,
		No i'm not the horizon even,
			merely a mirage of vision.
		But still above,
			Yes i'm love.
	

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