let us remain free as birds can be
the silk and masks throw under our feet
and though there was no logic to my steps
i don't know to live otherwise
let's be the ones start the move tonight
today i'l playing white, if you don't mind
while you go forth on your own path
saving yourself in twilight of dark rooms
a hundred steps back, quietly on toes
fly my soul away, where the cool wind blows
a hundred steps back, gravitation is no more
return from holidays to working days
return from finish to the starting place
and though there was no logic to my steps
i don't know to live otherwise
gravitation is no more
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