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I was sitting alone in my room trying to write a poem
I hold my pen and close my eyes and dream I write my words that are hanging in my thoughts My words declare the darkness of the life My words have an impact sharp as a knife My words reveal the strangeness of my heart My words embrace it and play their part My words scream at the face of terrors My words feel for the poor and for them they are mirrors My words are candles in the night My words fight for the human's right But suddenly I wake up and realize that my paper is white |
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