Waiting is been
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Waiting for a word
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I Never heard
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A word that lie in
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between the lines
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Of a poem that died
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Seconds before it materialized
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Like a foreign sound from
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An unknown town
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-it makes the earth go 'round and
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around
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A chair in her room was a tower
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From where she was watching
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She peeled through the window
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And spinned
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Opened the door, said;
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Come inside
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Do you see what you like
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Do you like what you see
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Do you see what you like
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Do you like what you see
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Come walk with me for a while
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My child
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There's a word I have heard
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And it's deeply absurd
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-The rhythm among you and the
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rhythm within, have traveled 'long
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the same road while you've
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wondered where you've been.
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The seed of an old star
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Is the beat of a new
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The stones you choose to turn
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Holds the one's the karma about you earn
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And if boredom is joy, you're a
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Stranger - a toy in
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the hands of the few
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Of the one's you once knew
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If it's all just a game-
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Every day remains the same
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Karmakosmik
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| In the Woods |
