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See.
What so you see?
Tell us the things,
That circulate round you.
Scars,
Deep as an ocean.
I've got some things,
I'd like to show you.
Friends of mine,
Who ask to stay,
Well you can turn around,
And walk.
All things lie in hope,
Focusing through,
Your human kaleidoscope.
One man has a dream,
Tells it to me,
And I call it fiction.
Friends of mine,
Who ask to stay,
Well they can turn around,
And walk,
Walk, walk,
Walk away.
Chimes,
Rhythms to me.
Someone else waits,
Behind the curtain.
Image,
Leave them to me.
Destructive virgin,
Behind the curtain.
Friends of mine,
Who ask to stay,
You can turn around and,
Walk, walk walk,
Walk, walk walk away.
Walk, walk,
Walk, away.
Walk, walk,
Walk, away.
Walk.
Walk, away.
Walk, walk, away.
Away, away, away.
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