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I, what am I
barely standing straight
yet awake
to see
fading lights
from a day

I, what have I
but the shortest straws
the one
no one
no one wants
but the night

In its embrace
the wan light of the moon glimmers its beauty
upon the fields and unto me

I´m the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know

I, only if I
could hold such beauty
its light
to know
its secrets
I would be free

I´m the scarecrow
the unknown
the freak
no one wants to know

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