Shapes, PlacesThings, BeingsMine eyes cannot see themEars cannot hear.No smells, No tasteIt's all abstractit's all goneWhat is truth? What is false? Where does the happiness begin? When does cruelty fade? Never, neverAs a clock does tickAs the wind does blowChaos will only grow
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