Tyrant

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The wind it speaks to me

In a foreign language I fail to see

So I try to run I try to hide

But got caught in the tide

I struggle I scream

This seems to be my theme

It's dark, it's Silent

But close ahead I see the tyrant

I aim I shoot           

I'm free, Finaly I sense happiness

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