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Floating on a blue boat, swinging right and left
Seeking for a past that I have left
or some kind of present or what‘s left…
Here come the shadows that I have always felt
Here I come in these shadows…
Yes…
I walk eyes closed
They walk…
I talk mouth shut
They talk…
I write with a dry pen
They write…
What’s left of me is a reflection of what is lost
Floating on a red boat, swinging up and down
Red nose and every detail to be a clown
Miming with white hands, smiling with dry lips
Silence is the new alphabet
Tears are the new ink
and music…remains the honest act
Yes…

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