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Who are you?
What do you do?
What do you dream of, when the curtains are closed
When the blinds are drawn
And you are alone with the real you
Play the piano when no one is around, If only an imaginary one
The real person is there at home
The beautiful you, you have to hide from the world 
You are not your name, You are not your body shape or face
In a dark empty room
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Behind the curtains and the dreams of you in the world you wished was true.

V Topp







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