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Pure things remain untouched

hidden behind imaginary scenarios

even if I try, I won't make it. Why?

silence and the void two proud warriors

are mysteries, and fragments of lived life

Like mysteries the crumbs of memories died

Again and again scream, tremble and modify

again and again defeated but still alive

Though you dare to walk your way

There is no right way or easy choice

no limits or insanity for living, no

no harm done while you're true to yourself

Go, fly, fly free, brake the chains

Become what you were born to be

no labels, no strings, no poisoned veins

pure souls, pure souls have their reason for being

A pure soul will always be untouchable

and only children, madmen and lovers which

smile with the smallest attention - so frank

they do not look if you were good or bad

Go, do not fear, who really love you will

laugh with your insanity and cry your pain

Come on, spread your wings.

Though you can, keep on being a pure soul!

Again and again scream, tremble and modify

again and again defeated but still alive

Though you dare to walk your way

Keep on being a pure soul!