My blood tells a different tale
It knows no face, no words, no space
It flows free, without commitment
To the dungeons and back
My soul walks a different line
It doesn't understand variations
Just its own course
That could begin and end anywhere
My mind has its own language
It doesn't care for what you speak
It mimes, it sings as it likes
Calls it freedom; as I know it
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