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Without paper without ink |
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would you set out to think |
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a song that never was sung |
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with words that were not spoken |
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on lines that have not hung |
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the signs that leave no token |
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stray with me the strands of intricate layers |
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strong and swift, swim within this stream |
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Within the whorls that blink |
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about an infinite ocean |
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stars grow and shrink |
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collapsing in slow motion |
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stay with me the spell of a lucid motion |
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calm and sweet, swim within this dream |
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With all the world you spin |
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to charm the noumenous deep |
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in bone and blood and skin |
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a story safe in keep |
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sway with me in swing of alternate weather |
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strong and swift, swim within this stream |
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Wide word in tone will speak |
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beyond a strange commotion |
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in thought that gathers and leaks |
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strains of cogent notion |
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lay with me in swoon of elaborate feather |
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calm and sweet, swim within this dream |
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Without ink without paper |
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would you set out to taper |
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a song that never was sung |
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with words that were not spoken |
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on lines that have not hung |
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the signs that leave no token |
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play with me in fields of nebulous cover |
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strong and swift, swim within this stream |