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There’re all around
They stand in line with you
Sit with you at the same table in the library
They live next store to you
The dead-end street
They eat with you
Sleep with you
They are there  
So is the sofa and chair
That you eat on
And sleep on
Yet something isn’t
And this is
The absence of
We tried to shame it
To save ourselves some face
We tried to ignore it
But it only brought disgrace
We’ve walked around it
But looped back with every pace
We tried to outrun it
It bit our tails in the chase
I said let’s go through it
Giving ourselves plenty of space
You Agreed

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