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it is dark, in the darkness my mind needs my hands...

I can't sing, if i talk my words are useless, nobody follows my chat

I need light. I m looking for it.

I found something, an ointment,

black, greasy and my fingers get dirty

I clean it on my pants, on my shoes, on the walls, the floor the ceiling ...

I clean my fingers more and more I clean it more I smudge it around

until I feel the light I can see the black shining of my shoes,

the shoe shine show

reveals the world, the dark side anointed, glittering

black shoe polish