She asked where I live
I showed her, there on the hill
Those walls are impenetrable
But I will let you in
I asked where she came from
She said it is far far away
How is it there I wondered,
She read my mind;
It is really pretty there
We can go there to that pretty place
No doubt a pretty girl is from a pretty place
I built a boat I said
It will get us out of here
This is my pilgrimage I said
The end of it
I found what is meant to
I found you
I was wrong however
She left
I ran after her
I could not say stay
I am in limbo now
Question is tangled further
What was I looking for?
Are you for real?
Did I hear you?
Can I be?
Did I watch you?
Can I see?
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