create me, make me, there,
when im finally gone
i see you sitting,
knitting together,
me and you
thinking of time delays, doesn't help,
its out, the *others* out...
but your in
and so alone
create me, make me there
when im finally gone
create me make me there
when were finally gone
the clocks hands so orange
the rivers sparkling
the pine not speaking, no
no, no no he heard you say
just sit, create, make and cremate
and relate,
to that which once was...
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