Just the words,
to play with the world,
vacant possession, it became,
an arrow made that bird go lame,
sky, clouds and they swim in galore,
ennui, now melt with a down pour,
lost and gone, as w're never born,
that is what is now known,
never felt like this before,
somewhere, deep inside the soul,
Man, I have gone so cold!
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