Darkness flooded my soul
So it seeks eyes
For it to see the things brightened up by the light
My soul can feel an imaginary pain
So it needs the skin
To make it more real
My soul hears all the noises
From all over
So it needs ears
to filtrate
The noise,
the sound,
the words,
the music
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