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v. 1      I heard the haunting sounds 
          Of the sitar coming from 
          Afar/

          Beauty of rapture/ sounds 
          To enchant the psyche 
          Close/ but not close enough 
          For me to blend into it

          But I was distracted 
          Lost my train of thought 
          Drifted off into another 
          Realm of unrealism

          Pleasure/ elevated pleasure.  
          Drifting thoughts/ romantic 
          Needing no reason or direction.


v. 2      I wondered where you were 
          What you were doing 
          What part of the many 
          Parts that are you 
          Was playing out a unique role 
          In the world's scheme of things.

v. 3      But whatever your metamorphosis, 
          Don't let them taint what 
          You need to become.

          And if you should falter, 
          Think of me
          Somewhere out there 
          Free/ on the move/

          Keeping my sense of purity 
          Intact.