My head is today stick in a jar,
The sounds are far
The reality a confused mosaic.
I am a walking lighthouse
Catching attention and focusing its energy
to a specific point at the horizon
To lighten new doors and make old talents shine.
My head is today stick in a jar,
The sounds are far
The reality a confused mosaic.
I am a walking lighthouse
Catching attention and focusing its energy
to a specific point at the horizon
To lighten new doors and make old talents shine.
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