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Jun 2016
Let the wild animal
You feel like inside
Come out tonight
You don't need to hide
Wether you croon quietly
Or shout at the moon
The time of our freedom
Will arrive soon
Tonight we can run
Tonight we can prance
Tonight we will fly
Tonight we will dance
In the cover of night
We are free to transform
Into our true selves:
The ones who don't conform
We will hunt
We will play
As we can not
In the day
We will be free to say
"I like being this way."
Breeze-Mist
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Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
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