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 *  *  * * farenheit allegro *  * * * * ****  ***  **

Twisted and turned
by the snow and the pale blue sky
The act of revelation glows
in the ones who dare to ask why

When I see the air that I breath
I figure I'm expelling the words which remaind too much time deep inside
Now they face the frozen daylight
And somehow they find a way to come back
Strange, brighter, blessed.