Thoughts
Loneliness has rhythm
Measured intervals go by
Time passes this way
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I once touched the sun
It didn't look very hot
Through my sunglasses
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Where are the dancers?
The old lady says they are
In the rose garden
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Three mirrors reflect
One, you; two, me; three, nothing;
The magic of three
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Come follow my way
Waterfalls are beautiful
Rocks shine in the sun
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Turn your head away
Tired of looking at the wall
See the other one
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