A drink undrunk rest thirsty on a lip
Oblivion dwelling in memory holes
Hear a voice die out
Look in those eyes
Shining closing down
Alongside the paths
Winding whirls of wind
Take the hands feel soft
A touchdown feather bird
See the palms open wide
And the hair unclasped
Measured by the light
Air driven spill
Down the bottom haunts
Where it is to grow
Where it is to know
The knowledge of the world
I'm a song in a song
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