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Walk with me Where death does not dwell Talk with me Where sound has no color Take the time To listen to the winds Narrow and unbending A one way ticket The gift has a curse The lack of knowledge A curious weak link The chain of events Can never be broken Open layers Find Peace The scheme of it all Beyond thought Paced action Finds entropy A chaos to the simple mind A nirvana of the cog That turns. |
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