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One has to see what isn't shown One has to hear what isn't said One has to get what can't be owned And then to live when all is dead Fustration is the guide of your actions You fear this dimension of silence You're bathing in the dust of illusions Neglecting the roots of existence Better face your disgrace Your stigma shines in your eyes Another season to rise One has to seek heat in the frost One has to fall when he should climb One has to bear his heavy cross Until he's fallen seven times One has to face the loneliness 'Cause life's a croweded solitude One has to tame the emptiness And then to feel its plenitude From Letras Mania