i do not know
if i should fear
the racing bullet
or give it my heart
many people say
that love's a pellet
and die from the start
they say that time is fleeting
chase it to the end of day
why not leave it, my heart is beating
let it simply run away
truth is hard to find
as a wise man once said
all i know
is that i do not know
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