Nov 20, 2005 18:28
My world, oh my world, my world you see, now spins oh-so uncontrollably. Within its desires, and its glee, it becomes pulled into gravity. My world, my world is eclipsed from me. I must realize its reality. The path is set is easy to see, but at my world I gaze longingly. So fast it spins, so fast away, in empty time I will pay.
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