Ragal Ironbull
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T. Zakharova - Inside the Frame
Dancing with shadows I can't explain,
Nothing feels the same.
I am inside the frame,
Caught in a beautiful pain; if I disappear into the gray,
Will you still know my face?
There is a man beneath my hat; he knows the place where I collapse.
He stands inside a painted square and breathes the smoke I left in there.
There is a woman behind my eyes; she never speaks,
Nothing feels the same.
I am inside the frame,
Caught in a beautiful pain; if I disappear into the gray,
Will you still know my face?
There is a man beneath my hat; he knows the place where I collapse.
He stands inside a painted square and breathes the smoke I left in there.
There is a woman behind my eyes; she never speaks,