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Here for a while I will remain
Occulted from myself and me
These written lines they flow like rain
And drown this page in wretched truth, useless truth

I dance, I dance with my own mind
Why don't you tell me how this ends
This touch of flesh feels real and kind
I still don't know what I have done, help me know

I see this world fall
I see their words fall
The very last thing
Before I go

I run from this place crashing down
A spinning wind, whirling 'round my mind
Dust and rags are clouding all I see
I run to the beings that are more like me

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