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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.
