Riddle of My Thoughts
The desert's in the sky
The river's in my mind
The heart beats on the floor
We don't hear that sound anymore
The riddle of my thoughts
Just to see what it's not
The riddle never stops
You'll never see what it's not
The time that came has gone
And now has become long
Importance is innate
Yet it's consequence is long gone
The riddle of my thoughts
Just to see what it's not
The riddle never stops
You'll never see what it's not
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