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Listening to vast distant voices Dissonant and disagreeing Telling tales of times that never were I wonder and wander, lost outside time Waiting for a ride that never arrives Thumb out, shoes worn with walking All this talking is turning me blind I cannot see beyond my own mind Keeping ghosts at bay is the way To dispel spells woven by spiders In the night before the birth of light I delight in the games I play with myself Saving my heart, it's there on the shelf I carry no cares yet lonely am I Wishing for fission and wanting to die Do you see me, do I hear you Are you real now, can I feel now?
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