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Teach me words that mean everything, please.
Hand me more than painted mask.
Hang the darkness and light high
So it's pierced within your eyes.

A soundless cry one must know,
Hands me more then questions.
This unwanted warmth I don't understand...
It won't tell me, friend or foe?

Coldness buried inside shadow,
Haunts me even more.
And with me no real hope.
But I have dreams with me.
If they last forever, I won't get too bored.