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There are words inside
Trying to be silent here—
Sneaking past my lips,
They make themselves known loudly,
Reddening my cheeks and ears.
There are too few words
Adequate or meaningful
To describe you right.
But a hundred, thousand songs
Describe you just perfectly.
Go and dance along;
Your day will come soon, darling,
Where you'll have regret:
Savor the blissful days now,
And don't waste your innocence.
Are we awake
or in deep slumber
for we are not aware
of the travails of mankind
weary eyes
eyelids are a veil
we see the individual
the outer premises
just a silhouette
what holds us back
to delve in
we are all connected
our abode
in the middle of nowhere
of the universe
when shall we wake up
now or never
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