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The exceptional beauty of being crazy
Through the beginning of time
Some special individuals
Have the power and the knowledge
To understand the secret
To think different to feel deeper to come closer
An attraction that fools any possible law
Human or divine
To ask their doubts
To feel their needs
To speak their fears
To create their fate
Knowing the secret and having the key
They cant deny their nature
That they werent born to follow
Always in their own path
Alone and lonely
Full and empty the same time
Their only companion themselves
Their beautiful madness
In the right path
Since they are still alive
Fighting the same battle
A battle they cant win
An everyday battle
With time and reason
With nobody with no one
Never wanted this
But they never quit
Through the times
they were given a lot of names
They have been called wizards
And poets and heretic and madmen
With a reason
And without
But in some rear and unique moments
When the time is right
When the sun kisses the moon
And its dark side revealed
They come out from their shells
Not by force
Never existed a force gentle enough for this
but by choice
Naked and exposed
To everything
And everybody
But with a look in their eyes
A deep weird look
That shivers the whole
That they understand their choice
That they accept their choice
And they challenge it
For the reason of expression
For the worship of life
For the resurrection of hope
For the sharing of the secret
For the giving of the key
For the beginning and the ending
For providing the change for a choice
To the right one
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