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We walk in the shadows
Rarely saying what we mean
Disguised and alone
Wondering what the other thinks
Wondering what the other would say
If they were able to speak
Openly and honestly
Baring their souls to the light
Only the brave would dare
To say what they think
To risk the wrong answer
But the rare lightning strike
From the dark clouds
May open more than one heart
To the warmth of knowing
To infinite possibilities