The puzzle has one missing part.
Today, somebody calls it art,
And under glass inside the frame
It hangs forever, stays the same.

This part is shaped like a heart
And it is visible in dark,
When lights are off,
And people start to see…

[chorus x2]
Will you be part of me?
Time to end misbelief.
Wake up in morning rays.
Brake up this glass and frame.

…and never miss new parts again.

[chorus x2]

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