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Faces
The ceiling which you believe in, will set you free,
Thinking mends your needs
Nothing turns into something, which cannot be,
Crafting grows the seeds
And the feeling which broke the ceiling, will never bleed,
Fissures must be clear
Losing the right of choosing, a sudden breeze,
Gently hides your light
The faces in different places, a civil tree,
Shadows bend on me
Vibrations and free sensations, you gotta be,
We are shaking leaves
The building on which your leaning, a laden twig,
Teardrops move the ground
The structure of which you're part of, a busy stream,
Watch but mind the sound
Dreaming a way of feeding, a lousy treat,
Clear skys hold the keys
Meaning is what you're missing, a common truth,
Ain’t life just a tease
Its The Faces that you gotta confront in a crisis,
you are sitting alone with your dices,
and you gotta sum them up through the masses,
let your body stand up and fly, you must try, to fly
The faces in different places, a civil tree,
Shadows bend on me
Vibrations and free sensations, you gotta be,
We are shaking leaves
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