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guide me with lots to face

gives me a sense in this metaphoric life

to ride it without hesitation

feed it with my soul

then gives me words played back

in that rhythmic language

that tones it creates

i`m one of it`s tools to let it speaks

i`m not in illusion it talkes to me

u`ll get lost in ur keys

then it will lead u to the middle of nowhere

when you notice it got a soul

listen to what air can plays

some times

air touches it's strings

in a that chaotic way

make it tears it's puddles

with faded echoes

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