Behind each and every face
hides a quiet, secret place
of happiness and sorrows,
dreams of yesterdays and tomorrows,
which we pass by, unaware,
with our protagonistic airs.

But ours is not the only story,
nor ours the only dreams of glory.
Each and every blessed day
we drift by heroes on their way
to slay dragons, to right wrongs,
each champion of their own songs.

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