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Stephen Hill, a man a fell in love wrote this to me as a way to say goodbye, and perhaps explain why he wasn't able to speak his feelings out to me.
I wrote the music the next morning.
A moving engaging song about human nature
Beyond The Junkshop of the mind
There lies a secret inner room
Here the hurt soul unconfined
Can breath again and touch a bloom
Untouched by grasping hands outside
Take off your soes bring nothing in
Affold your custume harlekin
For the masquerading self has died