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When all hearts are equal in the land of the blind gods

 When the night is dark, and the day will come to pass

 A dance will be manifesting in the restless minds

 Studien über Hysterie for Faces without Eyes

 And when the sun goes down, maybe the blind can see the light

 All the same, as brothers and sisters

 Celebrating life with love

 Who sees and does not see is as blind as those who see nothing

 Darkness is like a crow's wings dazzling the light in a storm

 The lamps of the mind only ignite when the prophets awaken from their deep sleep

 Die Traumdeutung, in the drawer of our reality

 I can not see you in the dark, but I can hold you

 I can feel your heart next to mine, and realize how much we are equal, even though they are different

 We do not have the same face, nor the same DNA, but we have the same starlight

 I can hear your cry when everything is silence, and I can feel your breath when everything is chaos.

 My hands can not touch yours, but you can feel me in your heart

 We are equal, even having different views, and dancing different songs

 Zur Psychopathologie des Alltagslebens, in the library of our vocabulary

 The screen that divides us is the same vertex that unites us

 Love is the light that illuminates our heart.

 Love is the source that feeds life.

 Love is the seed that makes hope flourish.

 Perhaps when we all wake up from this deep sleep, and cease to be slaves to our own vanities, arrogance, and insecurities, we will be able to help one another.

 Maybe when all eyes open in the dark

 We will be able to see ourselves as equals

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