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When the world rises its walls
As solid as a rock
And unbreakable around me
I turn my head up to the sky
Then i try, i try to fly
When the walls are moving down to me
As merciless a fact i dread to see
I turn my head up to the sky
Then i try, i try to cry
Ah! The walls would mute me down
Then i feel i am only a pawn
I turn my head up to the sky
And hopelessly i ask: why?
As the soft skies would grant a reply
No?
Then i try, try again to fly
As if the sky lets me pass by

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Chilehaus Hamburg and a pinch of soft sky

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