الكلمات الأصلية
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In ruins of diversity
Emerges again
This tale of
Raging waves
Turned into simple drops.
A bird who never saw his feathers
His scattered feathers
He fell in blindness
And crawled cause he was told to.
He raised his vision
To dead-end paths.
He could never fly again.
Shattering down
What gives you meaning of life
Replaced beckoning
This bloody dreariness
We shall escape from it
A bird who never saw the moon
And focused on shining stars.
As shape-shifting devices
Don’t follow the highway
Don’t fear the sideways
Embrace individuality
He fell in blindness
And crawled cause he was told to.
He raised his vision
To dead-end paths.
He could never fly again.
