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The eyes see things that are, the mind sees things that are, that were and that that could be.
I don’t make my shape with your phony lines.
And I know what to look for in a wave.
you couldn’t say much less now could you
if it’s not me you need to sleep beside … who am I to you?
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map