When I gazed up, I saw a hectagon-shaped sky.
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Your eyes, as cold as 100 degrees below zero, failed to notice me,
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so I gripped my freezing heart tightly in my hands,
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which were already glittering with sweat,
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in this town constructed with sweet and bitter concrete.
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Into the far distance, towards the faraway sky,
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our voice will be able to fly away.
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It'll rise higher and reach anywhere, no matter how far.
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This town is filled with rules of the egoists.
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My hands and feet are tied down by these heavy chains.
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Yet, because I don't want to be dragged by others,
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I'm still struggling hard to free myself.
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Do not erase your answers,
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for I will not pretend not to notice.
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Do not hide those thoughts in your hands.
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In this twisted world where others have command over me,
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I'll show you what I can do, by screaming in my own voice.
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In the far distance is our future,
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which nobody else knows and nobody else can erase.
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Believe in this thought that's pricking us deeply and powerfully.
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