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Being alone can be a pain Have to find a way to stay sane To grasp that inner kid sensation You have to have a powerful imagination
Your words whisp’r allure, They beck’n my retrace. My eyes, how they wander,  Seek solely your gaze   Deep canyons before me, Owned by ripples darting quick Met by a smile wry
We live in a world of impossible possibilities  A world where nothing is really reality
As my life passed me by,
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