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I can fade away
And no one notices my absence
How sometimes the truth
Is hidden in subtle lies
Lost in labyrinths
of rancour and perversity
What cannot be shouted
The mouth cannot shout nor the pen express
There are laws that command
To silence the clamour
Not to reveal what oppresses
the yearning breast
But the words want to
to break the ominous gag
And give wings to the feeling
imprisoned in the depths