In the silent back office of the place it is stored
Thoughts wait to be heard in the present day
In the noise of the life the signs won’t be ignored
Space is created and filled with what you don’t say
It’s know, it is clear that verdicts are closed
So get it out in the air and let us be done with it
It’s time that we hear what will be proposed
Common knowledge, it seems, is hard to admit
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