Little ghost, you're listening,
Unlike most you don't miss a thing,
You see the truth.
I walk the hourse invisibly,
I climb the walls, no one sees me,
No one but you.
You've always loved the strange birds,
Now I want to fly into your world,
I want to be heard.
My wounded wings are pity
You've always loved the stranger
Inside me ugly-pretty.
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