What if I had a thousand words to express the way I felt?
What if I had a hundred notes to sing it?
Would it be clearer?
Would I be able to portray it to you?
If I had all the strength to describe it,
If I had all the clarity to tell,
There might be freedom.
When words come I will say it.
When I can tell it,
I will be free.
To be free, will be to live.
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