The lyrics,
are always the same,
always comparable,
to you.
And the tune,
of unworldly hum,
it never,
grows old.
The songs,
though they stay,
they always mean,
the other way around.
And as we,
reach for things,
—things unknown,
we collapse.
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Your Song
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The deep is dark and hostile, but it's a beauty... Deep-dwellers are ugly creatures, but there're some things, only we can ever understand.
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