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I dream about meeting the world.

I seem to be lonely here.

I would not dream of dreaming

More about this place I see.

I wonder about life, the universe and

Everything that matters and doesn’t matter

To me always unendingly and eternally.

I see a world around me

That is pure. But it’s unclean.

Dirty words, melodies contaminate my being.

I am the end of we.

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