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my spirit takes a journey through my mind |
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in through the endless coloured waves |
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the shaded patterns moving through these places |
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fan across the faces of my memory |
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out of sight not out of mind |
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intellactuality is holding nothing left for me on this flight |
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the spaces of the time before |
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leave the logic at the door of reality |
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out of sight not out of mind |
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rain of the summer fills the hand |
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a snow white turtle on a stained glass land |
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lie overturned, legs that kick and claw |
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cannot bite into the wall |
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this vision paling slowly now into the tunneling liquid space |
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inside this microdot daydream |
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i seek an understanding of my life in this place |
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out of sight not out of mind |
