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| 196 9/29/03 Complicated From where not here has come around, To there to here and all around, For this and that and all in between, When comes down there where it does mean A moment to minute holds with it joy, The time does bind forever up to a toy, Cleaver is in fact what whatever it my be, The key though within to sin you can�t always see The world in wind compacted to blur the seen, Changes without will to spill for what it can mean, To know this is now forever and completely unaware, Only to look back an attack the lack that was in the air Naturally bind to find any sense in what put forth, But looking back in fact to see experience were once was not, For what seems to be nothing is in fact everything there is to see, Where as to something to another can totally change what to be. |