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stop and watch the day go by,
---we can---
start again?
The clock is just simply waving hi.
We wave back and grin.
drop me off one last time
a place with open eyes and dark clouds overhead
drop me off one last time
We look through transparent shades of nothing.
Nothing to see only these hands sweeping.
Sweeping so slow.
Now we go . Go to the end of the earth and drop pebbles on the edge of the universe, Let it decide where they land. Will they re appear in a second life? Our dreams?
I look back to the present once or twice, but get lost again
Drop Me off one last time.
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