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  • Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts,
    When will they ever stop?
    Between a desert without an oasis,
    An ocean that never rests.
    Where could I go, where could I breathe?
    Could I fly outside of this heavy brain,
    Could I fly away far in the atmosphere?
    I feel restless after speeches and ashamed
    Of being inhabited by sorrows and tears.
    I love all but the body,
    Heavily floating between sand and sea;
    Unable to land on a stretch of sand,
    To dive, in the cold and gentle waves.
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