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There is a roar in the silence of my depth A million tear drops awaiting deliverance All you hear could be sound and tunes You see just my surface, the mask on my face. Between the mountains and the seas Was born this life, they called a River Who am I who flows through lands Touching and being touched along the way? Neither the flood, nor the drought A strong existence, a womb, a woman Flowing across the borders and barriers Yet, a story sinking into a whirlpool deep. ...
