The deaths carried by sounds,
Are the deaths that we evade.
The depths trodden by life,
Are the depths that we create.
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One fine morning, I started feeling,
I had written nothing!
A dog, entering my window,
And my window allowing the dog to enter!
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A trick to find a lost key:
Coming back into the room
With a mind within the loss
Not looking for the key
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A morning in a room
And outside where the night
Pats across the shrouds,
My lady holds it tight.
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