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I can finally hear the silence Not afraid to take the ring to my ear To long, to scared, of the thoughts it paid me To long, to scared I finally found a little shelter Here inside A little peace with the spacious room it gave me All that matters is the colors The colors of the painting And all the spoons of sugar to keep my eyes awake Too many nights to watch the forms the shadows take And in my lungs, the kites The kites that fly away The scent of vanilla reaches my remote control fan The moon calls to be lassoed from my window Deep within the pages, I forget to light the match That takes my breath away From Letras Mania