I drag my steps
With closed eyes
Leaving my feathers
To the disavowed souls
I break hearts
br/>And the questions
So gently
In form and substance
I sow the wind, the autans
And I keep up appearances
But when I scream, no one hears
No one sees what I'm thinking
I really lost
My fairy skin
My spots freckles
My disillusioned look
I saw them pass by
Hand I don't see any more
Lost angels
Far too often fallen
I sow the wind, the autans
And I keep up appearances
But when I shout, no one hears
No one knows what I'm thinking

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