The shedding of this skin is so strange
I am becoming a strange and strange being
the wind waits for me to spread my wings.
Although my time was broken from waiting
I have transformed into a large chrysalis
and only water can match the color of my wings.
We were worms without entrails or color
and we devoured what was around.
Is it possible that after this pain
I fly, I can fly?
If it is not possible I will become a centipede,
a spider a or else a chameleon.
Mimicry will protect me,
maybe it will stop me from being stepped on
again and again.
We were worms without entrails or color
br/>and we devoured what was around.
Would it be possible that after this pain
I fly, I can fly?
I fly, I can fly.
The shedding of this skin is so strange
I have become a cunning and tough being.

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