I am very quiet
I know how to sing

Good times have greeted me
On the stairs of my dreams

Many regard my skill
I do not look like I slay

Thousands hail me
My works bring life to life

I am regarded the best
Not so much in my barn

The noise has stolen from me
The luxury of asking for help

How I long to be unnoticed
And find true living.

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