We begin our stories with a different color
A new fire kindled in the wind
Strange strings sprung out of the strands of our hairs
We play the music of our hearts to the world but they wouldn't listen

Our minds are loaded guns that hasn't been fired
We pack our bags for a new world
A world that will listen to our music
We are strange magicians
Plucking pieces of ourselves from the orangery of love

Legends of forgotten gods
We are messengers of a different type of love
Giants picking stars for breakfast
Black falcons diving into forbidden
places
I bet you are one of us.


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