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Who claims to look out? Who claims to be me? Who goes there? Asks the watcher... Ching Ching, Ching Ching His lantern rattling in the void Who holds this space? Who holds the name? Who goes there? Silence to the ear Yet not to the feel There, it is always there the presence Chip Chip, Chip Chip The veneer chips away "It is I" The voice "And the name"
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Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
Who goes there?
Who claims to look out? Who claims to be me? Who goes there? Asks the watcher... Ching Ching, Ching Ching His lantern rattling in the void Who holds this space? Who holds the name? Who goes there? Silence to the ear Yet not to the feel There, it is always there the presence Chip Chip, Chip Chip The veneer chips away "It is I" The voice "And the name"
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TheFox
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
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